you, i suppose, are a piece of map
but i, nothing but a piece of plain paper

you disagreed
we ended up agreeing to disagree

my love,
i adore you so much more than flowers blooming
more than the stars that forms the constellations
perhaps, more than my morning coffee

you are the sugar in my coffee
my world is sweeter with you in it

you watered the flowers in my tummy
with your blue ocean eyes
who knew that was possible?