Not Just Words
You and some others may think of me,
A cretin, paranoid and judgemental.
My acts of desperation you cannot blame,
Tis what one does when madly in love.
Tis what one does when madly in love.
I write for you and only you, my love,
For a lifetime I can pen down,
How your beauties my belle, shame the others.
My enchantress, these words are all I have,
Though the universe you so rightly deserve,
These are not just words but pieces of me,
I send to you to gather.
Every inch of my being, from my puerile head,
To the tip of my toes which run to you.
Every muscle, every pore, resonates,
For ages have I loved and adored you.
These are not just words my love.
You read my breaths, the flow in my veins,
You read the amore of my soul.
For a lifetime I can pen down,
How your beauties my belle, shame the others.
My enchantress, these words are all I have,
Though the universe you so rightly deserve,
These are not just words but pieces of me,
I send to you to gather.
Every inch of my being, from my puerile head,
To the tip of my toes which run to you.
Every muscle, every pore, resonates,
For ages have I loved and adored you.
These are not just words my love.
You read my breaths, the flow in my veins,
You read the amore of my soul.
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