Love still

I stumble, I stand, I sit and I rise
Every-time i think about your soft smile
And the smirks on your face
Whenever you are bored, scared or nervous
Sometimes i glaze through the glass behind,
Behind your solemn heart,
Roughed lips and your wide-spaced eyes
Whenever you speak with that brittle voice,
Angelic stars serenading on your long soft hair,
I think i am too jealous or maybe too curious
And anxious to hold you in my arms or grab
You from behind so i can tell you how lucky i am
And how beautiful creature you are.



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