My tired mind drifts off to thoughts of you,
And I feel like a prisoner escaping from a deserted island.
Holding hands with you,
Gives me the feeling of being a ray of sunlight making its way through thick canopies and finally kissing the ground.
Your smile casts upon me a spell of enchantment,
As if we were angels romancing in the skies over the fluff of ethereal clouds.
You send my heart to raptures when you embrace me,
And I feel as vibrant as the colour of the sky right before sunset.
Your tender kisses are poems on love,
Your lips: subtle metaphors, your dimples: extraordinary similes, your stubble is a hint of alliteration here and there.
And our love is eternal...
Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 6:34 PM UTC
My tired mind drifts off to thoughts of you,
And I feel like a prisoner escaping from a deserted island.
Holding hands with you,
Gives me the feeling of being a ray of sunlight making its way through thick canopies and finally kissing the ground.
Your smile casts upon me a spell of enchantment,
As if we were angels romancing in the skies over the fluff of ethereal clouds.
You send my heart to raptures when you embrace me,
And I feel as vibrant as the colour of the sky right before sunset.
Your tender kisses are poems on love,
Your lips: subtle metaphors, your dimples: extraordinary similes, your stubble is a hint of alliteration here and there.
And our love is eternal...
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