Oh honey.
I am happy.
Have you seen the green grass?
And the blue skies?
Have you seen the fervor in my eyes?
Why is my heart so vehement since you have existed?
It's blooming so colorfully.
Amorous feelings are controlling me, no not the sexual cravings, but the desire to meet your eyes.
I might seem like a big mythomane, when I say that you smell like some cloud-land or heaven.
But believe me, every time you cross the room, there's that sweet breeze, that never sets off my nose.
And oh I can't forget, the most magical part about you, your iridescent soul, that gives me all I ever wanted.
" What am I to you, he asks
I put my hands in his lap
And whisper
You are every hope I've
Ever had in human form
-milk and honey. "
YOU ARE READING
Painting out my feelings.
PoetryA little bit of this, and a little bit of that, writings and paragraphs, making you relate to your daily imperfect perfect life. Break the ice, and let yourself into the world of my little passionate words.
