kept seeking words
lazy my pen nib
but his gift was more than what my mind could give
a universe of words
he gifted with a sweet Kiss
and I held it in my heart
it's in that moment when I start to jot everything I felt when we were apart
in distance we kept wanting each other
close, we were out of words
I use the time to show my love for him on paper
so if together he'd know my true self
I sat beside as she wrote
as the bed lamp lit a new world in their chamber
it wasn't until she was under his care that she felt safe in his cabin
it was when he then took a pen
and wrote a little poem on her palms
when the nib drawn on her white palm
she feels the butterflies run down her spine again like the very first time they met
he smiled knowing it all too well
her eyes hazy while looking at her palm
she knew he had written it with love
when it read ... Beautiful
her insecurities would drive her overboard but his touch would calm her down .
she put her chin on his shoulder
words kept dancing around as he twirled his fingers on her palm. Poetry in her book flown as red wine it was like he knew exactly what she was thinking was it cliche or de ja vu . She wanted to say I love you but the words wouldn't come fast enough. So she started writing with her own words on his face . He finally had gotten the hint and right before she could continue he said what she wanted to hear ages ago , I love you beautiful.
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