LOVE
There's nothing I crave
more than you being my fave,
In this cave where love flow,
it always take two to tango.
I could write from now to forever
and still have enough to remember,
Your integration into my space
is one I often liken to grace.
So tender and mild
is your passion that makes me wild,
All for you only
with no one else meant to see.
A priceless book to my shelf
is your tag when I talk to myself,
A lucky librarian I am
to have your editions in my arms.
While dishing to me love at no cost,
you still go on to fill my loins with lust,
What more could I demand for
than your love so refreshing and pure?
If only love to the world is cherished
than the deceive willing dished,
Then this feeling would be publicly relatable
than the view as only a mere fable.
Love is sweet to always try
when one looks beyond the sly,
You'd know not how it feels
when negativities only make up your reels.
The world itself is a box of imperfection
regarding those seeking perfection,
Let not your unrealistic demands
lose you in the most uninhabited of lands.
