The sun would be jealous

because of my adoration for you;

How does it feel being adored?

Adored like I adore you,

tell me;

How does it feel?

Because I am speechless,

I just speechless adore you.

The sun would be jealous 

of the warmth you’ve planted inside of me,

the wind envious of how you

sweep me off my feet,

words no longer hold enough

meaning for what I would say;

they fall short every single time.

My inspiration has exceeded 

the power of these letters too.

But just maybe if I could

guide your hand to my

very own chest and have your

fingers plunge into my flesh

to wrap around my heart,

you could catch a mere 

glimpse of how I pump

you through my veins.

I breathe, 

I see

and I taste you

constantly…

I would run into your arms just like the 

waters always come back to the 

shore after they’ve been gone away.

These days I found a bit of 

you in everything I see.

I adore you.

How does it feel being adored?

Adored like I adore you,

tell me;

How does it feel?

My adoration for you;

tell me;

How does it feel?




Miss Monique
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