I want to draw water from the deep well of your mind,
and tend the garden of your soul.
Lifting you above the waves of translucent amazement,
as my feet sand the ocean floor.
I’ve been starving for you my whole life.
Now that you’re here,
I’m finally full,
as a water pail, that is full to the brim.
In your eyes, I could swim forever,
purple light shines through your magical smile.
Everything about you defines the epitome of style.
Braided flowers rest so perfectly on your hair,
it makes sense that the rest of the world would stop and stare.
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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This was my fave that you read the other night. Beautiful
Stunningly beautiful and lush with imagery. ✨😊
Such a beautiful love poem💕💕 I loved how you ended it.
Beautiful!