dear s.

for my newly found love, a poem you may never see ever.

your lips stain my soul with every kiss you give
a stain that i avoided having for a year but, like knackered converses, it's better this way

your lips linger on every inch of my face with every kiss you give
butterflies in my stomach and chills down my body each time i think of yesterday

the smell of coffee will forever remind me of the look you give
the stunning beauty you hold in your eyes, smile, face, seems to always make my day

i never knew i still had the capacity to give
until i met you and it was the only thing i wanted to do all day