novels.
1/4
there are pages worth of words
i could use to describe
the feelings i feel for you
you wander my mind
i wouldn’t mind spending this lifetime
expressing my love 4 you
because most great novels are written over time...
so i’ll just give it some time
while i take the time
to decipher my emotions
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i have a calling to fulfill
and somehow it seems that i’ve been chosen...
and i’m praying eventually
(maybe) i’m chosen to love you 2oo...
i could go for round two...
if there was ever a one
i’d write novels front to back for you...
i can’t think of one reason why you aren’t the one...
you give Me relief and A reason to believe in love again
You’ve shown me my greAtest love wouldn’t be from anyone else, but from within
you’ve encouraged me to remain myself in a world of pretend
you made me fall in love with myself again...
you adore me like the stars that adorn the nighttime sky
you give me a feeling i don’t ever want to subside
i...
miss you wearingly whenever you’re gone
you feel a lot like home when i’ve been away 4 too long...
you make me feel understood
i never had to water myself down for you
or beg for your acceptance
you took me and all that i came with
you just couldn’t help it...
like i can’t help the overflow of emotions that pour out of me...
you never grew tired of me...
you are every dream i thought i would never encounter
you make me want to submerge myself and get lost in you for hours
the way you carry yourself with so much grace
with a face painted on you that angels themselves praise and disgrace
your pure soul and loving heart
will make a wicked heart envy
i’ll protect you with everything within me
not that you need my defending...
just know the love is real for you
there’s no need for pretending...
your light is something darkness will never be able to touch
i don’t need to touch your body when your presence alone is enough
i will never get enough...
i’d choose you over and over again every single time
like you’re my favorite pen
you picked up my heart and read every single page
including the ones that are unfinished and paper thin
your love is like one of those crocheted bookmarks
with a lot of thought put into it
every line of poetry i write for you
just know i put my heart into it...
you wander my mind
so i’ll just give it some time
before i lose my mind
in these thoughts of loving you
you’re so divine...
i was thinking that
maybe i could rewrite our love story between the lines of time...
would that be fine?
most great novels are written over time...