Your Loveliness is a Mess
Your loveliness is such a mess.
I’d rather not clean it up.
Like a work of fine art, you tear me inside out.
Each time I look at you
I am frenzied to the caliber of a madman.
At everything that makes a sound.
When I dream of you, I wake up smiling,
Or sometimes crying.
This too, is a good thing.
Other times you keep me up all night knocking at my chest,
Beaming Your Beauty
And all I can do is stay up like this writing poetry.
And I've learnt to live with it, I've learned to like this.
Your loveliness is such a mess And I'd rather not clean it up.