My love,
I have never understood what it meant to be loved,
As it is to exist
When being loved by you.
I'd wait for the lights to dim as I'd shut my eyes.
Soft candlelight,
Reminds me of breakfasts in bed.
Scents of slightly warmed toast meeting my nostrils
Licking my buttery glossed lips.
To be loved is to sit alone in mundane afternoons,
but to be so full
Without a crumb on my plate
Or a hand in mine.
I'm eternally yours and you mine.
Settling down,
Soft hands through hair
The telly on,
With better things to focus on.
For worser nights or better days.
To not be loved by you,
For me
Will always be an anomaly
Jan 20
Jan 20, 2026 at 4:39 AM UTC
My love,
I have never understood what it meant to be loved,
As it is to exist
When being loved by you.
I'd wait for the lights to dim as I'd shut my eyes.
Soft candlelight,
Reminds me of breakfasts in bed.
Scents of slightly warmed toast meeting my nostrils
Licking my buttery glossed lips.
To be loved is to sit alone in mundane afternoons,
but to be so full
Without a crumb on my plate
Or a hand in mine.
I'm eternally yours and you mine.
Settling down,
Soft hands through hair
The telly on,
With better things to focus on.
For worser nights or better days.
To not be loved by you,
For me
Will always be an anomaly
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