ENTRY number 9
~Luina Ashcroft~
To blend the fondness with the way I cook
Is to remember how I smile at you whenever I look
With every glance at around your corner
A second stolen for my heart’s pleasure
To capture your beauty with my own eyes
A photograph of hope I cannot deny
To whisper softly your name while I spin
There is without doubt, pain I don’t want to miss
To be close is to be wild and free
Yet I doubt you’ll like what you see
Still, I can be, the best I can be
Though I may end up loosing a part of me
To love is always a risk
Yet to not love is naïve
You are so uniquely mundane
You are so real, when every moment feels like a dream
~Luina Ashcroft~
To blend the fondness with the way I cook
Is to remember how I smile at you whenever I look
With every glance at around your corner
A second stolen for my heart’s pleasure
To capture your beauty with my own eyes
A photograph of hope I cannot deny
To whisper softly your name while I spin
There is without doubt, pain I don’t want to miss
To be close is to be wild and free
Yet I doubt you’ll like what you see
Still, I can be, the best I can be
Though I may end up loosing a part of me
To love is always a risk
Yet to not love is naïve
You are so uniquely mundane
You are so real, when every moment feels like a dream
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