Diary Poetry

WANT TO

My eyes want to address you in the language of love;

My ears want to hear your absurd jokes uninterrupted;

My nose wants to breathe in the air that you exhaled;

My lips want to smile by your once glance at my attire;

My tongue wants to narrate the speech of your praises;

My hands want to be the partner of yours during the couplet;

My knees want to sit before you for the confession of love;

My head wants to bow in front of you in lieu to the respect for our love;

My feet want to walk along yours during the journey of our life;

My third finger wants to be an evidence of our togetherness;

My heart wants to be immortally being connected to yours.

 

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