We Must Be Whole to be Each Other's Halves.
If I laid you down on the crook
of the crescent moon.
And placed twittering stars around
your naked form-
Would you be able to see me?
Where silhouette made of
whispered stones-
Hushed words are fluttering
paper sparrows,
Those fly into the dusky
veiled autumn skies.
Would they carry me to you?
Towards the wary eyes of
parting lines
The day doesn’t appear,
but sink into gentle sighs
Should they ever let me touch you
Would you kiss me until angels cry?
This is how I love you.
Our love wasn't made to be the epic tales of yonder lore.
It is niether heady, liked aged wine.
My love is is delicate white tea leaves;
Innocent sun kissed butterfly wings.
I know I'm not a person of many words,
nor of emotions.
But don't you forget that I love you.