Tue, 04/04/2017 - 16:38 -- Kate.N

Love is a beautiful thing.

A person dives into another’s heart singing

their divine song in hope that it will match

the others drum.

Early mornings and coffee rings stain the wooden table

along with laughter filling the silence of dawn and

rays shine in through the dirty window making

their eyes look as golden as the heart within them.

Fingers interlock when walking to make sure

they feel your warmth on even the coldest of days.

Their smile reveals that tooth they chipped when they fell

from a tree when they were 8,

harder than what seemed like a plane crashing,

just like I fell for you.


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