You are poetry.

You come outside

To view the faint sunset
Light bewildered by trees

Shines through quietly

You glide your soft auburn hair

Perched behind your ear
And in this moment I feel at home
Beneath the interior
You are my humble abode...
Your company is soothing
Calming and reassuring
Inside, the wind chimes ring
You saunter and my heart sings
Bit by bit I begin to recognize
The enchanting glow in your subtle eyes
Hidden in all abstract paintings
It's you; what all artists​ see
You are poetry...




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You are mine.

The best feeling in the world is to know that you are mine and I am yours. Every morning that is enough for me to have a good day.