Matthew English (4/2/1995 / Kent; The Garden of England)
I gaze over to you, in your direction-
see your face shining in the sunlight
like an angel, sparkling eyes with flowing hair.
Drawn to your beauty-full mind
i can’t help but be infatuated.
You’re not like other girls no, just quirky,
and kind- special, in body and soul.
I dream of seeing you, everyday- touching,
holding your hand and attention.
To hear you compliment me
would make my life- bring my soul from
this otherwise empty abyss.
From black-and-white to vivid colour…
J’adore, my darling.
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