Let me tell you a story
It about the hand we wish to hold
The right place to belong
The essence of having what we long
My belove is a dove
Her smile is silent
Her name sings melody to the rhythms of my soul
Our love,
our story began slow
During our early life in the winter when it snowed
She was sitting quietly listening to nature
But she was the beauty of nature
She is the picture my heart captured
Every other things, its Matters are waste.
She is the subject
I wouldn't even notice the sun shining,
She is glory .
Her beauty dropped all round where she passes
And there she sat quietly
Listening to nature, beauty was cascading.
I will tell everything she is for me seeing her there
I was poor in spirit
Of a truth
I was dead within me
I was weak
I was a being confused
Looking for hope
When I saw her there
I found hope
I found everything I was looking for
Do you know she doesn't know ?
She sat down there quietly
And if I ever wish for everything now
Is to hear her voice
So I quickly can heal up
Your voice is my magic
Simply say .
"You love me"
When I say I love you ❤️
Be my friend
Be with me
Be me
All I got is love with a broken pocket
Tell me it doesn't matter
Your voice is my magic
Do the magic
Wow
This is what my man told me
©mile
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