Let her be shy,
Let her to not know about your love,
For when she does,
Her love would grow,
Like a pine, creeping with undefined path.
Let it develop from nothingness,
Let it crawl into her heart,
Let her heart miss a beat,
Let those black eyes sparkle,
Stars would be soon ashamed.
Let her smile,
Let her cheeks go red,
Those blushing warmth would make a bride,
Let it be what she wants,
Let her live your love.
YOU ARE READING
condensed.
Poetry"her love was real, unable to be perfectly expressed, and when she wrote it down, they condensed to fit into universe." -updates: random- -poetry- -lowercase intended- Copyright © Red Wright 2017
