Just a Random Write.
I can't say I'm tired of your
mesmerizing sight, your curled hair
that curl my mind into a wrapped
wrapper into your subtle love.
I can't say it's boring holding
you near to me, the sensation
is like the twirling falling drops
as it send rhythm to my soul.
I can't say I'll say you're the best,
You're the paint of my solemn craft,
You're useful to my useless gaze;
For all I do is looking at
your face, it's not unwell to say
I love you, it's you that I love.
I adore, admire and feel
the echoes of your solemn voice,
I love to love you more and more.
Just stay like this, it's a sweet dream.
A sweet nightmare would be better.