Your eyes,
The diary to your mind of which I have the key.
I need not read.
Your smile,
Full of warmth and love but you're hurting.
I feel it too.
Your scent,
Sweet and familiar you bring me in closer.
I savor the aroma.
Your taste,
Pressing your lips to mine for a brief moment.
I cherish it.
Your thoughts,
Endless and extravagant, you share them all.
But only to me.
Our bond,
Thought of as a myth but we know better.
We are soul mates.
May 23, 2012
May 23, 2012 at 4:38 AM UTC
Your eyes,
The diary to your mind of which I have the key.
I need not read.
Your smile,
Full of warmth and love but you're hurting.
I feel it too.
Your scent,
Sweet and familiar you bring me in closer.
I savor the aroma.
Your taste,
Pressing your lips to mine for a brief moment.
I cherish it.
Your thoughts,
Endless and extravagant, you share them all.
But only to me.
Our bond,
Thought of as a myth but we know better.
We are soul mates.
I'm honestly not fond of my "positive" poetry but here's one anyway... :P
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