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He is the One

He is the One.


You seem like the scent of a long-gone childhood

You seem like a song hidden in a diary

It was the elevator where our eyes sparked a smile,

The smile that blows off a candle from its heat

The smile that plants a love grenade.

 

I adore your face

Like a sunflower keeping up with the sun,

I have met you in ways

Like a mirage that never meets the horizon.

 

Your wind keeps the winter warm.

When you become the sun that struggles to peep,

Your wind draws my hair on the face

While I hear the jingling wind chime to sleep.

 

I adore the geometry of the diameter of your nostrils,

I adore your pearly eyes that keep me awake even when I dream about them in dreams,

I dream of your eyes,

I dream of them falling for the mole on my cheek,

For my unkempt paint-less soft feet,

For my shy dark eyebrows,

For my fingers, when they run through your mind,

For the way I make you laugh out of nowhere,

For the way, I held myself strong when you aren’t around there,

For the way I calm your insecurities cuz I don’t see them,

For the way I find you lucky to have me, knowing how rare I am,

For the times we have kissed goodnight, by spooning reality into our love life,

For the moments of airtight hugs when I was always the last one to let go,

For the mushiest nicknames, we etched in our souls,

For the smiles, we tattooed in our hearts,

For the heat that melts all glaciers of angst,

For the me that I am around you

Like an ink floating in no gravity,

For the you that you are around me,

Like the ink captured in a pen.

 

Let yourself fly in my gravity.

Let yourself feel a little longer, the breeze of the winter mornings and the warmth of a well-tucked blanket.

 

Let yourself be the first to love yourself

In ways, you would like to love me,

In ways, I have always loved you.

                                                                     

 

                                                                                      

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