I love you

Wed, 10/16/2019 - 14:07 -- Diniera

As I doth speak, sweetness pours from my lips. Your concentration is staring into the blue abyss of my eyes. You do not say a word, you only listen. I speak low and clear, making sure you miss not a single word. My lips painted red as a beautiful sunrise in the morrow, hair the color of the rays Apollo glistens upon us. Aphrodite blessing my speech, to speak with my heart, not my mind. My heart pours unto thee, as we only see the color of rose. Our auras glow blindingly bright together, as I speak the words, “I love you”.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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