I promise to be perfect
for that's who you are,
the apple of my eye,
only one in my mind.

I promise to love you
again, like how roses bloom
at the touch of your
bittersweet breath.

But if the thorns of
your roses leave me
bleeding again,
I promise to be more perfect
in my next
next life.

                                              A cherry blossom that
                                              blooms
                                              on your sight and
                                              falls
                                              at your breath.

I promise.

In my next
next life.

Your presence passes me
like a slow-moving satellite
revolving around
my head, slurred
into mesh—so gravitated.

Love is a shade which
covers me close
to your body, in sync
like the movements of the planets,
pivoting harmonious in the
deep, dark mystery
of your sheltered embrace,
and the universe seems
to settle around me
calm and constellated.
  
Your eyes, a deep depiction
in the mind, so starry, I
see nothing more
but stars.

Bright as the brilliance
of the fire of my affection
at the core of my soul, lit
with passion, intense
as a thousand suns, a
million moonlit galaxies,
is my love which seems
to have no end.

Your presence passes me,
a slow-moving satellite
revolving around
like a moon to Jupiter,
boy, I feel that pull.

Its hard to move forward
When i dont know
Where forward is

So worried
Always
That i may misplace a step
Sometimes
I forget to take one

You don't care


About the little things



That mean a lot


To me