Lately the bed seems colder
and the heart less warmer,
the eyes veiled from sleep as every time it's shut,
opens the mind flooding it with memories of her..
instigating an eruption in the breathing process..
for she's a rose pattern with every curves indicating perfection,
her smile a bloom of flowers conveying sensations from heaven,
her touch,
the intention of the creator when he perfected comfort.
she's my convection..
evidence
my heart
yield affection
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