His disheveled hair– scattering all over his face.
Even a messier state would make my heart race.
The morning sun loved to shine all over his beauty.
The night would argue, “Carrying the moon is my duty.”
Sharp eyebrows with his tone line structure.
Slightly furrowed together, displaying their culture.
Those green eyes; always too shy.
Still was enough for my mind to occupy.
His lowered gaze would barely meet mine.
Everyday, his stars find numerous ways to shine.
Just to focus. Those orbs forget to flatter.
Making place for his long silky hairs to scatter.
His hair feels soft when he permits me to ruffle.
Again fix them up. Smooth and reshuffle.
Those brushed cheeks never lacked blush.
One time to touch. Oh, that’s like mush.
His lips– apart from each other.
I’d rather stare at them forever.
Upper one’s faintly plump and mellow.
Bottom one’s an obedient fellow.
Together they’re signs of creation.
A smile on them. Great combination.
His warm tone caresses my fragile petals.
Carrying comfort before another moment settles.
A gentle nod for affirmation.
Even when my request lost location.
From the very start, it’s his habit.
Affection never mind any limit.
He never gave anything much heed.
Unless the matter involved me for any need.
Agreeing on matters about early relicts.
To avoid some unnecessary conflicts.
I don’t know anymore if it’s true.
Luck favors. Never had such a clue.
Until he became the path to my home.
I’d ask him every time. My hope. My home.
We enjoyed the sunset in the mountains.
Of shared emotions, we both were accountants.
I asked if this could be our forever.
I asked if you’d leave, your promise was “Never.”
That’s all my desires ached for.
My smiles. The ones you bring and adore.
I started loving my existence.
Just to hear your kind words of brilliance.
Though sometimes the night would stay.
Again together, we solved them away.
That’s how strong has been our bond.
Of you, I can’t help being fond.
Those moments are still precious.
I’d love to make more of them with us.
Though words aren’t enough, I still wrote this.
Oh my home, you’ve become my bliss.
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