Honey bubbles

Popping softly in my ears,

I float on the oceans of your soul 

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There seems little point in writing you songs/poems

I can say everything I need to say to you

With my words, plain and simple

And whatever words can’t hold I put to you in glances and touch

Fresh, raw, uncut

 

But it is a shame

Because you’re the one person who deserves my poetry more than anyone else on the planet.