I love you
Your words can sting, so can mine.
Yet, our hearts still stay intertwined.
Love's not simple Nor complex.
Yet through the rose remains briar
Capable of many things such as fire.
Its thorns cut and tare
Sending tension through the air.
Though through even the darkest of nights
After one too many fights,
your divine,
still manages to shine.
Just a singular drop in whole of Neptune,
A precise pick of the drip giving fortune.
A voice so bitter, yet so sweet, I'm still able
To call out your name in the unstable.
In the end your voice speaks
A soft call that sends me to devines peak.
Though the tares may bleed,
Your hand still proceeds
To fix the damage with great caution.
A smile ending all the commotion
For you my dear I wait
Muttering the words I love you yet to await.
Copyright © Dana Bain | Year Posted 2025
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