Poetic Lover #Thoughts

Every line he speaks to me, sounds like poetry
Unintended and unaware, unconscious and unprepared
I love the words he speaks, the letters that cross his lips
I love the way he pronounces, every sentence sounds like magic
I don’t think he knows, how much he makes me write
How much he inspires me, all these songs I wrote at night
The best I’ve ever made and probably ever will
He gives a melody to the lyrics, he makes time stand still
I love the way he looks at life, the way he enjoys living
I wished he could teach me how to smile like that, how to forget all the grieving
His eyes are like oceans, I wish I could drown in
He’s an endless source of pleasure, I’ll never get enough of him
I wonder if he believes in fate, ’cause he made me have faith
In future times, in better times, he gave me a vision of a perfect life
But maybe after all, he stays a fantasy in my head
A dream that was not meant, to come true in the end
But even though that might be true and this love wasn’t meant to bloom
I thank him for the inspiration, the works of art he made me make and
I love him for that, so I’ll thank him nonetheless


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