because I need to write in verses
to make you read my mind
slowly, with uttermost care.
I’ve embellished my tongue
with wine
so you could drink in there.
with you,
I’m drunk with metaphors,
I want you
that fragrance loses its smell.
I want you,
that colors are not enough.
lovely piece
I think it is better to speak our minds in honesty then you have serenity sincerly Trees