Colour Me With The Feelings Of Your Heart

Colour Me With The Feelings Of Your Heart

Can you hear the sound of my heart?

The words I whisper to you are true — in my small life, you are a gift. My heart escalates at the tune of your voice. Unbelievable but true, my heart will always look out for you.

Your glances awaken my concealed desires. Your love touches my deepest heart, lovingly in its own way. Time and again, I feel like I have lost myself in you.

The look in your eyes when you gaze upon me spells total affection, and I am indeed captivated by you. I feel your presence each day, and even when you are far, I see you with me.

Have I told you that You are the only person in my heart, and I am grateful for your companionship? It makes me happy when you think of me, when you draw me out and when you smile at me with eyes full of attention.

My heart only has one person, a love that can never come again, a love that will always be. Your love is my strength, and in turn, my strength is you, beloved.

My only person, your memories are with me. The days with you were my happiest and still are. You are something so desirable. Though I ache and long through the distance at times, I still am with you. Your love is so surreal and unfading that I sometimes marvel at your highness.

You are a need of mine that yearns to be fulfilled. Drown me with your affections. Bury me with your words. Color me with the feelings of your heart. Hurry into my hands, beloved, and let me feel your scent of the morning dew.

Be in my world. Let me live within your breaths. Hear me even in your thoughts. Let love rain on us; let us bask in each other’s warmth. Hold me like am yours now.

I belong to you, my sunshine.

I belong to you.

Written by DBS

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7 Comments

  1. Shuga chocolata
    July 18, 06:51 Reply

    Wish I could rewrite these for myself,
    But o can’t, taking breakouts from love

    • DBS
      July 19, 17:36 Reply

      Have fun growing into an amazing person!

  2. Thor
    July 18, 11:37 Reply

    Love has always been my bane. I am not proud of love anymore. Reading this just opened my heart to more feelings of yearning, of immense need to feel again for someone.

    • DBS
      July 19, 17:34 Reply

      You will feel again..

  3. Lyanna
    July 18, 19:04 Reply

    Too idealistic. Reminds me of an infatuated lover.

    • DBS
      July 19, 17:36 Reply

      Or maybe not. Could be real as well. Ground breaking kinda love. I hope you have the opportunity to one day experience the trueness of this..

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