It beats for you

 Precious...

I have nothing but kindness & love to offer,
And I am aware that I lack in that aspect as well.
I had so many plans as well, for the day to come,
But I'm kinda upset that things don't go according to plan.

But I do love you 👉👈,
More every day.
More than I thought I can possibly,
But see, now I've gotten so good it's annoying.

I'm thankful to the river of mindfulness,
For your heart is so pure, I don't have much to ask.
My nightmares disappeared, 
'Cuz, you accepted me for who I'm & my past.

When you're with me, I can be coy, act shy,
Something I could hide so well, but I won't.
For when you're with me, I don't need to lie,
Even if there could be a reason to do so; yet I won't.

I manifest to the universe every day, 
To keep us close and safe.
For they say the strongest power on earth are voices,
Chanted by your heart in full devotion and trait.

You've become a mirror of myself,
Staying true to you is staying true to my soul.
And I crave to know you more and more,
And I wish to kiss every root of your thought.

I'm writing the seventh para, for the last letter of your name,
Even if the sky shifts, which I hope doesn't, I wish it to be the same.
I'll haunt your dreams, with the flashbacks of us happy & jumping in the streets,
Fill our days with golden leaves, a cold night, with just you and me.

🧡💛💚💙💜🤎🖤🤍❣💕💞💓💗💖💘💝💟

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  1. Anonymous10 July 2023 at 12:01

    your only blog I can understand

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  2. Anonymous10 July 2023 at 12:01

    ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

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