River of Feelings

My dearest observation you
Are observed which is akin to the
Highest honor
I have labeled you as: Love
As longing as pain as
Loneliness which is the truth
Of all matters
Now that I have labeled you I can
Call you by your name
So we can talk over coffee
In the morning filled with
Buddhist philosophy and my
Tired palms gripping rose quartz
In my dreams
When we have finished our
Conversation it will be time to
See you to the door since we must
Both be on our way

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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