oh how my love, it is but my sweet fortune, to have known what you seem to write and feel like; even if all of it were but distantly
oh how when you my love, wrote about those walls being alive; i couldn’t help but imagine them harboring more than just life.
oh how my love i could seem to see just not through them, but also in the future that lay enclosed in them.
with oh your hand in mine, oh how my love, the nights that passed, under the open sky, beside whom i love; you.
oh so close. oh so warm, like nothing i’ve felt before.
oh my love, the stars began to feel mere, after looking into your eyes oh so pretty
dreams of having children, still felt beautiful; but oh how my love, making love to you still seemed to feel, more exquisite; for it was but the essence of all the dreams that i see
oh how beautiful does just these snippets of a dream that oh i see, feel?
oh the words to you, inspire me. oh the love in you, nurtures me. oh the path, away from you, repels
for i belong just with you.
noor means light, if you’re wondering.
i stumbled upon this blog and well, the lady behind those words just felt really beautiful. there was something in her words that just felt so pretty. also a rather wise one; the romance to her is silent, but i still heard it all.
and so she inspired this. wrote whatever i felt, really
also read a few people, who are rather upset and just cold. and whatever the reason maybe, i ask one and all, to not succumb to this feeling.
i wish for love to exist not just within my blog, but in every crevice of this society; no matter where you’re caged or buried.
hope doesn’t need to be filled in every page of your life. just a few words, in a book that seemed rather blank, is enough and all you would ever need.