Poetry and Fireflies
Glorious love, like a beautiful poem and a tiny firefly, lingers even if it ends.
You are the poetry etched in my heart, the soul that I’ve tried to peel from mine, unsuccessfully. Your breath latches on my skin even on summer nights The humid air and my sweat cannot dilute your scent They both linger unsparingly, so real that I can almost hear our symphony every time you whispered how you’d want to hold me. You are the poetry etched in my heart. The ink was indelible; what you said cannot be undone. T...
