She is a poem not written in pages.
Her presence is a muse to my wrecked words.
My love does not seem enough;
Enough to fill your heart, so pure.
Though scarce is my love,
I give it all to you.
Then the love, I let it run;
Run through my veins, oh ! So freely.
When I breathe, I breathe in all of you.
All I see is a love so blind and beautiful.
When with your eyes you stare into mine,
I see myself being loved a way I thought wasn't possible.
I feel at ease with your hand in mine.
Your laughter like a melody
Soothe these tone deaf ears.
Oh! What a sight to behold.
I love you with all of me.
I worship you though no temple seen.
I pray to you for you each night.
I have never been so in love before.
Our love that exists in white,
Shall not be tainted by other eyes.
Together, to forever, we shall walk
With two hearts as one.
Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 3:05 AM UTC
She is a poem not written in pages.
Her presence is a muse to my wrecked words.
My love does not seem enough;
Enough to fill your heart, so pure.
Though scarce is my love,
I give it all to you.
Then the love, I let it run;
Run through my veins, oh ! So freely.
When I breathe, I breathe in all of you.
All I see is a love so blind and beautiful.
When with your eyes you stare into mine,
I see myself being loved a way I thought wasn't possible.
I feel at ease with your hand in mine.
Your laughter like a melody
Soothe these tone deaf ears.
Oh! What a sight to behold.
I love you with all of me.
I worship you though no temple seen.
I pray to you for you each night.
I have never been so in love before.
Our love that exists in white,
Shall not be tainted by other eyes.
Together, to forever, we shall walk
With two hearts as one.