The sigh that falls to the tense,
Moments of shadowed scenes,
A second before the night he advances
Of anticipation, that it’s on its way.
A whisper of love under his breath
As the tension arises,
Right before the kiss,
Taking the dare, he promises,
With sweet glances,
A soft smile, and I love that.
When he raises his brow
Saying clever words and phrases,
Trying to impress me,
And when he does,
It’s an escape from the world,
Together resuming,
Never seeing a judgement,
From each other, no limits,
He was not afraid anymore.
It’s why I love you like I do,
I just do.
Love should be doors open slowly and than expanding to forever. A amazing poem dear friend.
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So wise, amazing wisdom. Thank you.
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