It's there,
Constantly waiting for its chance to shine,
In the moments where you hold my hand
Whilst you drive,
And when you kiss my forehead
And then all of my face,
In the moments where we just lay in silence,
Completely naked and at peace,
Bliss,
Sheer bliss,
The kind you can feel in your toes,
And in your hands,
And in your knees,
And in you nose,
The kind that remains,
Lingering,
Hours after the moment has passed,
It brushes softly against my skin,
For days on end,
So I know I don't have to worry
About when I'll see you again,
I can't remember the last time
I was this happy
To just be
And to you I will be grateful
For all eternity.
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The blossom of a poet
PoetryWords fall softly like the petals from a blossom tree, drifting slowly onto the paper, creating poetry like the spring, beautiful and light, but just like the seasons, the poetry changes, the autumn comes and the words become heavy, falling quickly...
