Love Looks Pretty On You and Me

✨Love Looks Pretty on You and Me✨

Adorned in us, we step into the dawn,
The soft glow of our shared glances falls,
Like silk spun from whispered promises drawn,
Draping us in light that never stalls.
Blossoming beneath skin, a secret grows,
A quiet riot of warmth unfurls fast,
Petals in our veins, fragile yet they pose,
Fierce as love’s defiance meant to last.
Wearing each other’s shadows, we abide,
The tender weight of nearness wraps us whole,
A cloak of light where flaws refuse to hide,
Stitched with threads that mend the broken soul.
Painted in heartbeats, we become the art,
Colors of longing streak across our frame,
Laughter brushes strokes where tears depart,
A canvas bold, signed with our dual name.
Dressed in quiet awe, we stand entwined,
The way we fit, a garment soft and still,
Hums with reverence no words can bind,
A stillness carved from love’s unyielding will.
Crowned by tangled souls, we wear the thorns,
A regal mess of you and me combined,
Shining through the ache where pain adorns,
Beauty wrought in chaos, undefined.
Clothed in yearning, we pull ever near,
Fabric of sighs and breaths half-caught in flight,
Skin surrenders to the pull we revere,
A closeness deeper than the fading light.
Draped in forever’s echo, we persist,
The shimmer of what could be trails behind,
Like a comet’s tail, through time’s vast twist,
A promise vast, yet tender and confined.
Stitched with fragile grace, we hold the line,
Threads of trust in trembling hands entwine,
A beauty sharp, that stings yet feels divine,
Woven tight where you and I align.
Wreathed in us alone, we bloom apart,
A garland of your voice, my silence sweet,
Moments gathered close within the heart,
Where no one else can tread, nor dare entreat.
Love looks pretty on you and me, we sing,
Through every shadow, thorn, and fleeting hue,
An epic carved in every fragile thing,
Worn proud, worn raw, worn endlessly true.
©poembyselly

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