Confessions Of The Night…To The Woman I Love

Confessions Of The Night…To The Woman I Love

Love doesn’t come in black and white

It came to me in colours

Your colours that make the rainbows pale in comparison

Queen of my heart

Whenever I pick up a pen, I don’t know what else to write about

Except you

You are always there, and right here, you are everywhere, all at once

When love pulled me to you, I fell completely

Holding onto nothing but you

I kept falling for you

Mere words, I know, but how honest can I be

For never have I loved anyone, cared for anyone like I do you

In this journey together, we’ll have so many stories to tell

Of tears, of longing, of happiness

Truth is that trials usually abide when love is in a distance

But you’ll see

We will get this right.

 

Your love came to me in colours

Steadfast and embracing

Sticking with me even on days when I wasn’t the best of me

I am learning to treat you better

Nne m, I’ve sworn it can only be you.

New every day, I learn to adore the you that belongs to me

I will give you gifts, baby

Of love, of wholeness, of Me

Your love came to me in colours

A dazzling beauty of my life

Everything to me and more

Filling in me the desire to love you back in ways unimaginable

I breathe you… I dream you… I live you.

 

Makers of the universe, I beg you

Please let me have a taste of the woman I love.

Written by DBS

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4 Comments

  1. T
    October 31, 16:00 Reply

    Love does come in colours, for those whose vision are clear

  2. Vina
    November 01, 13:47 Reply

    As usual, brilliant piece. Captures a variant of emotions and feelings.
    Bravo!!

  3. Chomzzy
    November 02, 12:35 Reply

    “let me have a taste of the woman i love” 😭😭 💕💕

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