Hues Of Words

vingt-huit

I love you & it hurts. 

Is it supposed to?

Perhaps it's because my love for you is greater than us.

I used to wish upon the stars for someone like you.

Someone to soothe my mind, 

to guide me to the moon.

You grasp my hand & I, hold on just a little tighter,

for letting you go, would be taking my last breath.

You embrace me & I'm at home.

Kisses like sun rays caressing my skin.

Your name, trickles like sweet nectar from my lips.

And it tastes so good baby.

Thank you.