𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒅𝒆 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑰 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒉𝒚𝒎𝒆

I become poet in your love

Wishing to speak what my ink dreamed of.

In the orchards of my heart

It feels like you are the rose

Blooming softly, where the wind blows.

Your fragrance lingers, sweet and rare,

Painting love’s hue upon the air.

For every petal, every sigh,

You bloom, and I forget to ask why.

How can I become the raft

For the heart that have drowned

I find myself sinking, sweetly bound,

Where silence hums and storms resound.

in the boundaries oceans of your eyes

How can I fight the storms

When it's the trait of the poet to get drown

I become poet in your love

wish to say what I have written for you

Your hands gently held my trembling hands

Like how your hands gently held my trembling hands

The palm lines keep whispering

till sleep embraced what love could hold.

Such such but how so

With every line I read away

Whatever my heart has to say

Even my eyes read

What your eyes have to say

Should we run away

Or should we just stay

I look for admiration in your eyes

My life seems desolate without you

I become a poet

These serenades are just for you

I become the poet

𝑂𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢

𝑂𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢

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𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒅𝒆 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.