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what is going
on in your ♡    
when you try          
to put pen to                
  paper? do you                      
really want to
say somethin      
or are you          
looking for              
a little bit                  
of love                        
from a                            
poet                               ­   
-?-

I love to write a poet on a sunny day
Cause I want to put that dry lips on your face a big hug and a smile

I love to write a poet on a rainy days
Cause I want to cover you when you are soaked in the rain cause its warm to embrace someone like you

I love to write a poet when you are happy it makes me happy too at the same time

I love to write a poet on a cold winter day
Cause it makes me want to hug you like a comfort warmer 

I love to write a poet on a breezing cold air
It feels like we're in a different world spinning and only the two of us can only touch and see the hearts of each other

I love to write a poet when you are sleeping cause it makes me want to love you more because of your peaceful and angelic face that i want to carry you on my pocket whenever and wherever i may go

I love to write a poet on the notes where there are lots of spaces to speak and words to be written

I love to write a poet on a shining night where we can star gaze lie under the roof make promises and watch the constellations witness the real love we thought



 I love to write a poet...



When im always with you...



It makes me goosebump and quiet nervous 
on what will happen next cause i can't wait.....














 the next chapter of our story <3

how does one love a poet?
between the lines of their spoken words
and their haiku's.
a jumbled nonsense to an untrained ear
but a masterpiece
to the ones who take your poems
the ones they've studied
and they dissected
because they find them*  almost
as beautiful
as the way your soul shines
when you coin a poem
about the one who
coins their poems
about you.

*the delicate intertwining process of loving a poet.

It was a long sad story,
form a long, a long years ago
an Angel came down from the haven,
there was a love light fallen on the horizon
and the Poet heard his first angelic song

The Poet made his commitment on her
He fallen into love and
after then,
the dispersion of light spreading
throughout the sky -

Angel taught him the moon’s beauty
and the Poet taught her the large sky,
after then they made a dream
that was more than a dream

The Poet lived within her moon
And the Angel played within his sky
It grew love more and more
between them the light,
only the divine light
That gravity attracted them more and more

After a long dispersion of light
one day Angel came down on the horizon
took the Poet,
and enfolded him with her arms,
wandering upon an ocean

The Poet kissed the Angel
and they lost within themselves
suddenly the Poet discovered themselves
beneath the ocean but the Angel could not

She was drowning,
drowning beneath the ocean
the Poet tried to rescue her
and picked up her on the horizon

Then so many angels came down on the horizon
blew her from the Poet’s sky
and the sky grew dark at once
But the Poet still sees her Angel again
When he recites the* Poe’s Annabel Lee
*In a very slow Autumn -

@ Musfiq us shaleheen