Mar 2016
I love your bright eyes
and your full lips.
The sound of your voice
is perfect music.
I love the feeling that
you give me when
you come into my embrace;
When you look into these
unworthy eyes and conversate
about the things in our lives.
I love that you care.
Thank you for that dear.
and your full lips.
The sound of your voice
is perfect music.
I love the feeling that
you give me when
you come into my embrace;
When you look into these
unworthy eyes and conversate
about the things in our lives.
I love that you care.
Thank you for that dear.
The poems we write when we're young and unmatured are so full of raw emotion that's spelled out in a not yet matured style of poetry are definitely worth reading every once in a while. This is a poem from a younger time.
