Dear You,

Dear you,

Maybe it's the way you talk, maybe it's the way you walk.

Even the way you laugh, for me it's never enough.

Maybe it's the way you look, maybe it's my heart you took.

Even the way you sleep, makes me drown so deep.

How you kiss, force me not to miss.

Your lips rhymes your hips. Your thigh, hold my breath and ask why?

I know i write random stuff, maybe it's just love.

May our love rhymes like the stuff rhymes with love.

Love,
M. F. Riphat


Sept. 2013