My buttercup

I lay beside

watching my true world 

lying alongside me

the world that I preserved inside me

as you slide your soft tender hands

over my belly, tickling me all over

yet the spread of your coziness in my veins

brings a smile to me

you are the one I resort all my tiredness

I love the warmth of those tiny fingers

hovering on my body 

at times holding on to me tightly

as if you never want to lose me 

the melancholy of your voice 

galvanize me and thrills me

you arrived when joy and fear engulfed me 

Yet, you flipped my life 

with your addictive love.





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