More than a jewellery shop,
,she is..
..her values higher than diamonds,
special and priceless,
Hard to find,b
..but can even be felt by the blind.
She has character than of those,
..in books,
,she has a written story,
..by me,
not cause of the looks,
..or her hooks..
No, on her own,
she is a story
No title, but with quite a begging,
,an interesting body tell,
..water in a deep well,
You will fetch, yes! but,
,you will struggle to get..
..in the water,
,into the bucket.
She is the fire,
,that burns...
..my soul,
and the smoke,
,is love..
that rises up,
it can be seen,
Hahaa smelt,
,lol...felt.
but cant be touched..
She is the watch,
,that times me..
cause every second,
..to a minute,
She is always in my mind..
in hours I can be blind,
,cause she is all I see..
And when hours turn to days,
..all I want is us,
,all I will need is us,
us against the universe..
ⓒ2017
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