Writing for the mind, from the heart

For all lovers of poetry

I love you

I love you. 

you randomly fell into my path 

and then one day became my stuffed bear

you became the vanilla in my coffee

the gentle rain soaking my shirt

you randomly fell into my path

and then one day became the soft night

you became the pencil that writes perfectly

the field of lavenders in tuscany

you randomly fell into my path

and then one day became dark chocolate

you became a good outfit

the shoulder length hair 

you randomly fell into my path

and then one day became a yummy bowl of pasta

you became the road with no cars

the words written on a page taking me far away

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