How can I confess,
The perplexity of the way you make me feel.
The way your soul indelibly connects with mine;
Or the way my thoughts devour you.
The way your words caress my insides;
The way your laugh brings warmth to my chest.
Like a fire that blazes so luminously,
You are my light.
I had once said,
That we are taught not to play with fire.
But I'd gladly get burnt,
If it meant eternity with you.
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 4:04 PM UTC
How can I confess,
The perplexity of the way you make me feel.
The way your soul indelibly connects with mine;
Or the way my thoughts devour you.
The way your words caress my insides;
The way your laugh brings warmth to my chest.
Like a fire that blazes so luminously,
You are my light.
I had once said,
That we are taught not to play with fire.
But I'd gladly get burnt,
If it meant eternity with you.
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