Spill my love letters over the floor,
dispelling the lifeblood from my heart
onto empty pages. Sent to deafened ears.
I want to write in flowers,
that way my words cannot be
mistaken for flippancy,
I wish to spell words through the scent of petals,
they will whisper of the intense spell you hold,
so, you can smell it when you walk.
I want the rainbows to speak in sweet talk,
let it flow out in colours so bold.
Let my love letters leak their diamond galaxies
to show us hearts and ruby stars,
In hope that ours will become full memoirs.
To be a universe, with no end,
I can think of no better way to spend
eternity, than staring into your eyes
and seeing sun-blessed cities.
Want to say, in my own strange way
that if my eyes were blinded by a supernova burst,
that I'd be okay, I'd remember the miles traversed.
As I have seen a sight more beautiful
than anything in this universe.
Let my love letters speak.
to show that to me
you are more than rivers and seas,
more than mountain peaks,
more than skies through which we could fly.
Is it a trick of the light?
How can something shine so bright?
But I think I could give my life
to see that smile again tonight.
I want to spell my words in touches from within.
Soft brushstrokes on delicate skin.
Is it a sin to want to make you
feel like a queen, an angel in human form,
is it wrong to want to hold you
on cold days and keep you warm?
Let my love letters seek that place unique,
I want to explore the palace that you hide within,
when your mind is searching for answers.
The jewels that I'd find, exploring the rooms inside.
I'd find treasures that shine.
Stories written on parchment, so fine.
Delicate to touch, don’t want to turn them to dust.
Crowned moments of glory, the thoughts that swim
in its pools and lakes, the hope that walks
across acres of garden landscapes.
Memories that haunt the estate,
fears left lonely, waiting at the gate.
Thanks for reading
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