Symphony

Your voice is like angelic music to my ears.
A soundtrack I can listen to all night.
And a sound I can play during the day.

I listen to it all the time and I feel the comfort.
The comfort and warmth of your words.
Words causing me shivers all over my body.

And tickling me with butterflies in my stomach.
Butterflies,wild and free.
In different colors as they flee.

Butterflies made of regret.
Or butterflies made of love.
Butterflies made of color that shows even when we are apart.

As they follow you across the river,with me in the boat.
Taking a walk in the nature, and then you spoke.
Saying the weather is beautiful.

But saying my eyes are ,too.
Birds chirping around us.
Sharing us their love serenade.

While the jar of love and compliments is being made.
With fruit,sweet like honey.
And breathtaking like love in the air.

As you brush your fingers through my long hair,and pull me close.
As the space between us slowly starts to close.
Our eyes meet,blushing faces greet us.

Showing the love in this very moment.
And I hope you enjoy this poem,as I tried my best.
Reading the words with butterflies as you give me a soft carress.

Telling me you think I'm special.
And sometimes I wonder what makes me so special to you.
And if I do,I might even learn how to love.

And maybe,my heart will heal part by part.
With the bandages and medicine made out of your love.
And overtime,my scars,they all healed.

Only a small stitch left on there.
But I am not ashamed.
And when I'm with you,i am not afraid.