I had a poem in my heart
hidden in the depths of my thoughts,
buried deep under my fears.
Awakening to your voice that I hear
I did not pen the words
until my eyes met yours.
My fingers flourishing rhymes and rhythms
as yours play on the canvas of my skin.
I did not form the lines
until our lips finally kissed.
Everything then fits into place
My best masterpiece
I did not know the title
until my heart fell for you...
And I realized afterwards;
that you were the pen,
that I was the paper,
Love was the ink,
and the poem was US.















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We accept the love we think we deserve.
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