He is Art

When he looks at me
I swear I cannot
warmth radiates through
his smile
and the butterflies stir
in my stomach
I would not dare to
look away
slave to his
bluey-grey eyes
I cannot fathom a life
without hearing
his laugh
I exist with him
his gentle soul
I am home
in his arms,
for he is art
and I am found.


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      1. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚ ah maybe I should cause I’ve missed you πŸ˜‰ Good luck with your exams, I’m expecting that degree this year, remember πŸ˜‰πŸ’ Oh what’s the National poetry thingy??πŸ™ˆπŸ™Š


        1. Hahaha if I could I would, I’ve missed writing, I just haven’t had the time 😭 thank you!! I really hope I get a first! πŸ˜„ Basically you write a poem everyday for the month if April, there’s no theme or prompts, it’s just what you fancy 😊

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          1. Mmm nice πŸ’ƒwho initiated it please? I’m participating in the A-Z challenge this month of April so it’ll be for another month…Aww I know you’ve missed writing, I would have too 😫 Anyways, I know things will be better now. Welcome back April πŸ˜ŠπŸ’ƒπŸ’πŸ˜˜

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              1. Welcome Dear πŸ’ A-Z challenge is initiated by A-Z blog and requires one to blog every day of the month except Sundays respecting the letters of the alphabet in the titles of the posts. It’s a big challenge especially for letters like Z,X.


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