When it comes to lovedo not eversettle for anythingless than magical.
how is it thathe’s alwaysin my thoughts. even when i am not thinking.
Poems are soft kitten furs. smoothing out the rough edges of my world.
when whisperedwhat an exquisitesong, it makes-your name.
love was never meant to bejust a metaphorbetween the pages of poetry.
sometimes i am not sure.if i am writing the poemor the poemis writing me.
i immersemyselfin youlikei immerse myselfinto a beautiful story.
How….will I ever truly depict you?You’re perfect, my writing isn’t.
the mostbeautiful tideis the sweepof your heartagainst mine.
when i speak to youi speak as thoughi am offering a rosein your hand.
lean in to kiss mein all the placeswhere the acheis the most special.
If my life were a fragrance, it would smell like the sea.
i have laughedmore than daffodilsand cried more than June.
I blink January’s lashesand gush down December’s cheeks
i would rather havefeelings without wordsthan words without feelings.