It’s the lacing of fingers

and the beating of hearts

The bat of eyelashes

that turn like into love.

Just as childish notions

of fairytale lives

left to books or in oceans

floating just…You and I.

Now, even I rhyme?

I think to myself.

I’ve become sentimental

which means

it’ll be heaven or hell

But in light of your smile

It’s easy to tell.

Kissing both of your cheeks

they’re not red like apples at all

They’re soft and pale like a peach.

My lips leave no trace at all.

I was here.

I was there.

You say, “Love, I’m well aware.”

Just to hear that you care

Means the world, moon, and stars.

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