hearts fluttering
like laundered summer clothing
hanged on drying lines
the porch
recently a witness
to indecision
he'd rather stay in
while I want
the skyline to
be part of
our evening
colouring my heart
with wine and hurt
your lullabies
fill my eyes
with an intimacy
my heart knows not
how to muster
otherwise
it's an act of courage
to love so
to love you
so many nice poem..
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