"P".

Sometimes the days go by

and the thought of you just barely tickles my mind.

But most of the days I'm alive,

I am suffocated by the thought of your eyes.

Those tiny brown freckles that lay splashed across your cheeks,

are the very reason I am to this day

still...weak.

The simple thought of running my fingers

across that soft polka dotted face,

is the same thought that takes my heart rate

to its highest pace.

You are something-

Pleasant

Patient

Penetrating

Precious

I'd keep you in every life for all time,

The bliss in my days could never fade whilst

we are intertwined.

05/25/2022