Her

Thu, 01/30/2020 - 14:54 -- Avaline

Her touch is the wind, 

fleeting, quiet

Her voice is poetry,

every single word settles

deep inside my heart

Her eyes are the night sky,

filled with a soul of darkness

graced with a heart of light

Her gaze is the sunset,

it lights me on fire.

Her love for me is evermore,

and my love for her is everlasting

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

j.lowe

This is so beautiful and sweet 

 

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