This is my 100th love poem
And your name is always the first thing that pops into my head
Like a racing horse, my mind runs laps on how our first 50 years together will be like
Our first touch reminds me, that the present is where I wanna be
As my hand interlocks with yours and your soft lips are inches away from mine
Time slows down and the world ceases to exist
Oct 28, 2021
Oct 28, 2021 at 11:25 PM UTC
This is my 100th love poem
And your name is always the first thing that pops into my head
Like a racing horse, my mind runs laps on how our first 50 years together will be like
Our first touch reminds me, that the present is where I wanna be
As my hand interlocks with yours and your soft lips are inches away from mine
Time slows down and the world ceases to exist
