Your lips is a journey that is sweet
Breathing is your heart, talking is your feet.
I am in a purified ocean of love’s state
Your thoughts are soft on my emotions or what I hate.
Oh you, my gentle doom
The creeping silence in my room
Do not follow the night and leave me astray
With the morning like this, I want you to stay
Be gentle to my love as your eyes flutter
And before your temple, my doors will not stutter.
O missing angel that fell from that heaven
Let our halo shine my night and lead me into a haven 💘💘
Make one poetry