3. A work of art.

A poem, that I think is meant to be read out loud written by myself.

When you think of love...
What comes to your head?

What can I say,
being in love is not dead. I said
"This is love, my friend!"

I have never felt like this before
until I saw your eyes deciding if they should look into mine.
Yet, they shine constantly defeating the sun.

We laid on the grass, with much class.
Better than a wine glass.

We kissed while the clouds were in bliss.
Man.
It was blissful.

It was like the texture of our tongues were taking us to a different universe, but we created it.
It was ours.

I looked at you while we were laying down;
I could see the colours of the oceans in your eyes
and how you matched with everything around us.
I blushed, but did not shush.

Your hands were silky across my skin...

I leaned in, and felt your velvet kisses.
I could feel every single part of you attached to my body and I finally realised that it was art.

You are my art.
My love