She loves him in the way morning air keeps her eyes open In the way white daisies dancing through the wind In the way salt water dancing in her hair Or white sand that breathing under her feet
She loves him in the way fresh berries picked up at 5 am in the morning Newspaper melted in one hand, chocolate melted in her tongue And there's a cup of hot tea with smoke billowing When sun shining bright on the summer morning
And birds keep singing
She loves him in the way tropical jungle that grows in her veins Wild yellow honeysuckle that keeps her imagination alive Or a field full of red poppies that blooms in her chest And a watercourse that flood through her blood
She loves him in the way old songs that keeps her memories walk behind Or sounds of blue waves that running in her mind Smells of old library and fragile papers that makes her remind Of the way sunflowers kissing the sun, smiling to the blue sky
And shooting stars falling down on a dark night
She loves him in the way butterflies bottled in her stomach While cold night air whispers her name too much When pale moon light burns the whole city Ended with condensed vapor that ride into her nasal cavity
But she doesn't love him in the way red roses blossoms in her heart Thorn of the red roses makes her lung hurt
Because He doesn't love her back He never does
That's the truth.
For everyone who read this: This is my first English poetry and I know I'm not really good at grammar (in English). So, I'm sorry if there are so many mistakes.