The prettiest girl on an island full of flowers

H.R.Powell

He talks to me like that

Like I am the sun on a cold day

Not worship

But profound admiration

Thankful for my presence

A relief

 

I am not used to his praises

He is the first to offer them

I want to give back to him what he gives me

But I don’t know how

How do I return the affection

Which is so new?

 

I crave his presence

I miss the cool wind he brings

To my sun beaten skin

To sit with him

To rest with him

Nothing to prove

  • Author: H.R. Powell (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 3rd, 2022 01:55
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 23
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  • Paul Bell

    If his praises are genuine, then I think time will show this. Till then, stay on the rollercoaster.

  • L. B. Mek

    just like all things
    we must learn, to allow
    another
    to cherish us, for just
    being ourselves
    that's one of the many
    liberating and empowering, gifts
    of love!
    thanks for sharing
    a wonderful read

  • Caring dove

    Lovely poem .. you are the sun , he is the cool wind .. like your mention of nature in this , to describe two people and a relationship



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