That's How She Loves

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Maybe,
You were loved before.
But never of this sorts.
For she will make you feel
the way sun kisses the ocean.
Like a breeze, slowly, carefully seeping
into the thousands of layers you
might have built for your self,
like the ocean folds itself a million
times trying to keep safe what she has
been hiding from the world. The Tenderness.
Oh she holds a whole life in there.
The waves are the shields,
constantly rumbling, often frightening.
Let me tell you that's just a cover.
The surface never settles, does it?
And there comes the mighty lord
full of light yet ceasing bright.
Dqqoes he need the strugg🤗🤗🤑😗🧐le?
Can't he just fade away!
As if the painted sky isnt just enough!
He chooses to break the shackles
and touch the ruffles passing on
the tint of love on a blurry canvas.
No the sky wasn't enough, now the ocean
turned into a million tangerines.
While the world around was beaming in orange,
he who knows where comfort lies,
aimlessly immersed into the millionth https://media.tenor.com/qfaTgi0E07YAAAAM/tyga-smile.giffold.
That's how she loves.
Like the sun kissed the ocean.
Like a sunset birthed on unison.

Comments

Sir ji said…
a beautifully written lines that captures the depth and tenderness of love
29 March 2023 at 18:09
Roja said…
Lovely 😍
29 March 2023 at 20:45
Anonymous said…
So nice
9 April 2023 at 02:58
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