The distances between
You and I,
my love,
are essential.
And I am truly sorry,
for all the days,
when I never told you,
how much I love you.
How much I love,
the way you hair falls on your face.
The way the sun plays with your eyes.
The way your lips
curl into that smile,
when you say my name.
And this very distance,
makes us love each other,
so much more.
The rush of anticipation,
of meeting each other,
someday,
somehow,
fuels our fire.
Makes us live,
and give meaning to the word
the universe calls
“Hope”
I admire your beauty,
just like the world
dotes on the beauty
of the moon.
See that, my darling?
The distance ,
is the
Beauty.
People may call me a poet.
But I just merely
observe,
what the universe has written;
You.
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 1:39 AM UTC
The distances between
You and I,
my love,
are essential.
And I am truly sorry,
for all the days,
when I never told you,
how much I love you.
How much I love,
the way you hair falls on your face.
The way the sun plays with your eyes.
The way your lips
curl into that smile,
when you say my name.
And this very distance,
makes us love each other,
so much more.
The rush of anticipation,
of meeting each other,
someday,
somehow,
fuels our fire.
Makes us live,
and give meaning to the word
the universe calls
“Hope”
I admire your beauty,
just like the world
dotes on the beauty
of the moon.
See that, my darling?
The distance ,
is the
Beauty.
People may call me a poet.
But I just merely
observe,
what the universe has written;
You.
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