Declaration
by Sam Harty
I've decided I want her. She that with a raise of an eyebrow can give me a good day or a bad day.
I'll take her piercing eyes and that smirk, along with the small laugh that she gives me when she thinks I'm being ridiculous and eventually followed by that flash of anger that tells me the subject is over, ended.
I'll take her lips, full and so soft against my brow, along with her sweet voice that tells me everything's going to be OK when I am not always sure it will be.
I'm OK thinking about it now, but when she walks into the room, I can't breathe, her beauty blinds me and I'm surrounded on all sides and at that very moment there's nothing in the world but her.
About the Creator
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Sam Harty is a poet of raw truth and quiet rebellion. Author of Lost Love Volumes I & II and The Lost Little Series, her work confronts heartbreak, trauma, and survival with fierce honesty and lyrical depth. Where to find me
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Comments (4)
Nothing, nothing, nothing, but her!
This was so heartfelt. I'd love to have that impact on someone if I walked into a room.
Awww, this was so lovely! Such a beautiful expression of feelings!
Lovely declaration