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.

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.

Hunger.

He should’ve known better.

That hunger

Was not an unsatisfied desire;

But rather

A temptation of an emotional encounter.

Baked.

200g of comfort;

3 tablespoons of coincidences;

500ml of laughter;

Whisk until smooth.

Line union tray with empathy,

Pour in happiness mixture.

Pre-heat oven with self awareness,

Bake at 190 degrees celcius.

Observe when sincerity rises,

And romance turns golden brown,

Remove with understanding mittens.

Leave to cool with personal space.

Add a dash of luck

And sprinkles of shimmery joy.

Slice for 2,

Serve warm.

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