You and I

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The clouds grey sing the ballads of love,
And I immerse into the topography of your pretty face,
The path that remains shallow, yet somewhere it’s deep,
The Mariana Trench must be your heart—
So hard, so hard to reach.

The curves of your eyes and the jaw-dropping jawline,
Where my eyes slide, skiing,
The delicate smile that reminds me
Of the touch of a feather.
And then I swing towards the helix
Of your ears—
That seems strangely beautiful.

The urge to caress your hair,
Even when everyone is there,
As if I own a piece of your heart.
No lie shall I utter—
My eyes drew toward you from the start,
Even before any words were exchanged.

As you speak with fascination to your own stories,
The dilemma strikes:
Which star shall I focus on?
The eyes, the cheek, the forehead,
The voice, the vein, the hair?
Yet I love the art and the artist,
And admire you with that
Blushy face.
Hours passed just like that,
As if I were the passenger
And you, the bullet train.
You were, for real—haha.

It seems like you are the bubble of innocence,
And full of expressions like a playful child,
Sometimes like the gentle flower
That one finds in the wild.
Oh, how ardently my heart wants
That I may be a part of one of your stories.

Dear, please forgive me for the continued stare

Of Admiration.

But I hope, 

At your sweet face,

I could forever stare.

And You and I make

God's most favourite pair.