It's 4 am in the morning
Still tossing and turning
His, is the image stuck on my retina
His voice sounding in the inside of my ears
I can't sleep I can't imagine another minute without seeing his face in front of me
I vividly remember his arms around my waist from my behind
The way his whispered his vows in my ear
I tremble not in fear but amazement when I think of his soft skin against mine
Happiness pops up like an erupting volcano when I think of my love for him
His smile so crystal and bright
Not only reflecting but also perfecting the rays of the sun
He has become my very own source of light
For it is not right for man to be alone
Hence I am dragged by his sweet fragrance
Attracted by his handsomeness and lost in his amazing heart filled to the brim with 'overflowing' love
His mine I recite in my heart through the cold night
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Oh snap its 7am I'm late for school
©Paths, 2016
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