The crescent moon of your lips


A blessing carved by heaven is the curve of your smile.
The Grace of God wearing a human face.
A divine melody my soul wants to hear. 
I dream of holding you so close 
that the space between our hearts dissapear 
as they meet and breathe as one. 
Each glimpse of you is like a balm to my soul, 
the storm within me softens, 
Yes, is like drinking light after a long night. 
I pray we can weave warmth between our fingers 
and stitch them into a single heartbeat.
I long to press my soul upon the blush of your cheeks
and sip the sweetness of your lips.
Let me gently whisper into your ears,
In the quiet bloom of dawn our love stretches 
like sunlight across the mountains.

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