surreal
you are full of beauty,
in every single way.
even when you pout at me
it doesn't vanish but stay
then you look at me
with your brown soulful stare
with more roots than an oak tree lustful with leaves as its hair
peace is made when your skin Touches mine
it's a connection within that feels so divine
Your affection is surreal, it's not hard to see
when it's your love that heals, and brings bliss to thé
This poem is about:
Me