
Night
I've been trying all night
To write words
That describe how much you mean to me
But the way I feel
Can't be explained
With just words
And poetry
Lovers don't end up meeting somewhere
They are into each other all the time
We are the mirror and the face in it
We feel this sense in this minute of eternity
I have named you queen
There are higher than you
There are holier than you
There are lovelier than you
But you are the queen
When you walk the streets
No one recognizes you
No one sees your crystal crown
No one is visible
On the carpet of red gold
That you tread as you walk
A carpet that does not exist
About the Creator
Love story
My heart, forever yours to keep




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