Cheers to you, my beloved.
Beautiful brown eyes
Framed by curled lashes
Crinkled with a contagious smile.
A honking laugh
Accompanied by wit.
Intelligence and emotion.
Honest but guarded.
Every kiss,
Every touch,
Every glance,
Cherished.
Burning like fire,
Put me out with rain.
Cheers to me, as I sit.
Wishing,
Hoping,
Praying.
Maybe you’ll give me a last chance.
Knowing it won’t happen.
Blissfully torturing myself
All the same.
- [h.r.]
Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 2:44 AM UTC
Cheers to you, my beloved.
Beautiful brown eyes
Framed by curled lashes
Crinkled with a contagious smile.
A honking laugh
Accompanied by wit.
Intelligence and emotion.
Honest but guarded.
Every kiss,
Every touch,
Every glance,
Cherished.
Burning like fire,
Put me out with rain.
Cheers to me, as I sit.
Wishing,
Hoping,
Praying.
Maybe you’ll give me a last chance.
Knowing it won’t happen.
Blissfully torturing myself
All the same.
- [h.r.]
This is an older poem from a love whose flame went out and became cold as the night.
