You know
I couldn’t help to notice that when you laugh, your lips curled at the edges of your smile,
I, want to be folded and melted like honey dripping into the sweet cracks of it.
You know, when you eyes first met mine, it blinded me like a narrowed sunlight beaming onto my irises. The more I stayed in your gaze’s path the harder for my eyes to turn away because turning away is denying a grace.
You know, when we first talk, I was drowning into the depth of your voice like it was a bottomless ocean that echoes the angel’s lull, seducing me to my slumber with the caress of a goddess, you.
I wish you would know, you know.
White Knight 