She’d camp out over night for you.
Her body kissed by morning dew,
She’d steal a million stars for you,
She’d stash them in her piggy bank.
She’s saving them to buy your heart.
She’d walk on broken glass for you,
She’d tie her tongue in knots for you.
But love;
Love is out of her league.
She swam upstream,
Struggling with the tide,
From the river side he watches,
With tear-filled eyes,
Enriched with inability,
To meet her heart and hold it,
The way he held her hand.
© Livvi