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Feb 15
Your honeydew eyes make me melt,
I drip watercolours and stardust.
Your lips are coated in sugar.  
Mine are sealed with lace.
You are a velvet star, the cashmere sun
I am the silk moon, a lost swan.
Kiss me so I can taste like cherries too
and raw peaches and champagne

You look like the Mediterranean coast
You are the sun that sets on Greek Islands
You are the northern lights of Norway
You are the Paris city lights
You are the waves of Monaco beaches
You are mine to wrap myself up in

You are heaven, I would walk through all 7 infernos of **** for you.
You are a Michelangelo sculpture
You are holy.  

You are pure gold, and you’ve got my eyes gleaming.

I’ll be your mermaid, your faerie, your sweet siren.  I’ll be your anything.

All you gotta do is say yes to heaven,  then I can be your moon.
Love poem
Written by
Sky  15/F/The Stars
(15/F/The Stars)   
   celestial, SMS and Fawn
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