every morning
between 6:23 and 7:02
i am convinced the sun
does not rise,
but rather your smile,
has taken it's place.
it's brightness is equivalent,
it provides sufficient warmth
to keep my soul from
completely freezing over.
the simple thought of you
is enough to light a fire
inside me.
you run through my veins,
and you you dance along
to the beat of my heart
while you strum it's strings.
your touch is electrifying
indescribable voltage at the
brush of your fingertips.
your oblivion of your effect
on me is incomprehensible,
and is what keeps my gaze fixed on you.
you are the sun.
you are the moon.
you are the stars.
you are the air i breathe.
you are the universe.
you are my universe.
n.h.
Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 10:36 PM UTC
every morning
between 6:23 and 7:02
i am convinced the sun
does not rise,
but rather your smile,
has taken it's place.
it's brightness is equivalent,
it provides sufficient warmth
to keep my soul from
completely freezing over.
the simple thought of you
is enough to light a fire
inside me.
you run through my veins,
and you you dance along
to the beat of my heart
while you strum it's strings.
your touch is electrifying
indescribable voltage at the
brush of your fingertips.
your oblivion of your effect
on me is incomprehensible,
and is what keeps my gaze fixed on you.
you are the sun.
you are the moon.
you are the stars.
you are the air i breathe.
you are the universe.
you are my universe.
n.h.
this is the first poem i wrote about you
my naivety is almost laughable.
probably sometime in february 2014
