” i ”
i
can hear the words,
promises made
to me from you.
i
can see your unfailing effort
beyond mistakes
of your everyday.
i
can smell the fragrant
bouquets of flowers
you freshly picked.
i
can taste the bittersweet
of your daily
good mornings and good nights.
i love you.
Basically.
velajune 2017 / dearphil.anne (below)
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