Candles lighted,
Before us a creamy buttery slice.
In the sepia and dim,
Light was brightest in your eyes.
In all snow and white,
You brought flaring summer.
Two heart popsicles,
Melting into sweet pink mush.
Orchestra.
As if diving into the sea
While a fighter jet flew by with uncertainties.
As if the conductor raised his hand
And the orchestra of worries halted.
He seemed to be her sense of peace,
Calming to the point she could hear her heart racing —
Unsure if it’s from the anxious thoughts.
Or the sheer presence of him.
Gardens.
Amidst scents of flowers,
He was greenery.
Sunday afternoons
Love was the best scenery.
Masterpiece.
Love is like art.
Uncertain strokes,
Building up confidence into a masterpiece.
Like photography,
Forever immortalised in that moment.
Like a concocted scent,
Familiar and fleeting, leaves you craving.
Like aged wine,
Best kept in the memory cellar —
To be appreciated,
And savoured in the present.
To create beauty lasting of all time,
How many false starts do we take?
Slow, peaceful art —
Are we running out of time?
Anxious.
Tippety tap, tippety tap
Footsteps hurrying.
Tippety tap, tippety tap
Raindrops fighting.
Tippety tap, tippety tap
Fingers stimming.
Tippety tap, tippety tap
Her heart thudding.
Whir.
Counting each time
You made my heart race,
Like needles on the sewing machine,
Thumping in and out.
Fast and slow
Then turning the edges,
Whirring along the outline of us
Slightly hurting yet seals us complete.
Anew.
You’ve forgotten how to love.
You’ve forgotten your own worth.
Suppressing your needs for another,
At her beck and call.
Money, time and pride
You gave it all.
The beauty of love,
Is that it is mutual.
I’d show you,
If you’d love anew.
Pain.
Is it greater pain,
To have found true love and lost
Or to never have found before?
Impudence.
Face,
I wouldn’t forget
Tenderness,
I’ll give to beget.
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Battle of the wits,
We’re two wholly misfits
Others could jeer,
But I’ll stay with you here.
Will.
All is still,
When I’m with you.
All I feel,
Are the layers you peel.
All will heal,
You’ll be the only best view.
Perhaps we will,
Down the aisle with your unveil.
killgwen 