Mine

You could sway my heart swoon me over
Everyday every night intoxicating like fine
Wine that leaves me with a taste of you to
Cherish to remember and sulk when you're
Gone till we meet again I'd forever keep out
Looking through these tainted glass windows
Of my house for you to walk back again like
You never left.

She walks frantic like she has train to reach
Makes me often ponder over the smile ever
So pure that burns my heart to shreds she
Speaks like a bird on spring's eve filling the
Air around me with warmth so lovely I love
The quirks she's got I love the idea that makes
Her, her.

I wait for her beneath the garden of her house
Watching her walk by the windows every
Morning then and now I love how she smiles
And plays with her hair I look at her from a
Side though I feel full at my heart I laugh with
Her though from far.

She's charming like the dandelions that soothes
My heart she's skittish at times unaware of
What she talks if she talks there's silence often
Between me and her but I hold her hand let her Know I am there for her filled with trepidations her
Heart knows not whether to meet or not I shall
Pace back and forth beneath her window till
She comes over.

It's not a poem but a proclamation not words but a
Letter the verses shall reach her my voice shall
Echo in the chambers of her heart strike a chord
So melancholy sending waves of love across
Her mind filling them up with memories of mine
I'll keep her alive in the words I write for she's
Beautiful and mine.


Note: This is just my imagination ,and I don't know if I felt all of it. I just mixed Thoughts and love just to make it lovely. Thank you so much if you could somehow relate.