𝔹𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖, 𝕓𝕪 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕘𝕠

𝗖𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗹

I found this lying somewhere in my room- it's months old but I love it

When her swishing caramel hair caught the sunlight,

And her Doe eyes twinkled. . .

My heart fell

She was looking at me

With her secret smile. You see?

She's made of trouble, fairy dust and a love-inducing spell—

I'd give her my soul. .

It already belongs to her.

Entwined, are we whole

Wherever life may lead us.

And when I think this

My heart picks up speed

Galloping faster than her stallions ever could

For her beauty is surreal

She only had to ask, and she knew I would

Fall to my knees, (for she makes me weak)

And worship her.

Fuck, she wouldn't even need to ask. . .

Not only I

Have been lured and baited and captured

The stars even dim and die

For the one that I love,

The very sunlight that burns anyone else

Twists around to halo her

Splashes of light, turn to color

Splay in her pictures

And she knows

That she'll leave me breathless no matter what she does

And after the moment is over, I'm always left to wonder

If this view

Were a blessing or a curse.

She was close enough to watch over

Yet too far to touch.

Longing,
Margo.