Before she is your wife
She is my mother
Before she is my mother
She is a sister
Before she is a sister
She is a daughter
Before she is a daughter
She is a human
And how do I live with the fact that she is just as mortal as
The rest of us

Passion spilling from the brim of his eyes
Words cannot capture
They cannot describe
As his hands creep between hers
She thinks comfort
He thinks salvation
And she catches his gaze
Doubtful of his intentions
But he finally words
His gaze
I love you , he finally says

I hated a wounded man
With a swollen pride

Sometimes...
I'd dim the lights
Close my eyes
And huff of "cherry peach lemon"
Give myself a honey flavoured daze
And imagine my soulmate



No one came to mind

It hadn't even hit me yet , the urge to feel , to love , to live , yet here I was hating it before it even begun .