He never liked me in fancy clothes, dark
lipstick, perfect hair, high heels or an edited picture.
Instead he compliments me in my natural and
real form of messed up hairs, simple dressing
and a big smile on my face.
He’s a rare wildflower, a flower that enlightens my inner soul.
His sweet fragrance freshens me, while his presence brightens me.
He is doing normal conversation with me,
And I’m going deep in his love by listening his every single word.
When his words fall silent,my heart still hears his voice.
Everywhere I look I only wish to see him.
Once I told him take me dear before I die,
Or look at me and forever say goodbye.
I saw something in you that I couldn’t live without.
I may speak rubbish,but you’re the only person I share those with.
The life you scripted for me is more beautiful than any of the dreams I weave.
To cross paths with someone who makes it easier.
I don’t know whether your eyes or talks were the reason,
That a day without talking to you feels like a year.
I want to hold your hand when we’re 80 and say we made it.