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LOVE NOTION

  • © Raphaela El caná Joyce Israel-Öbeñg
  • Jul 27, 2018
  • 2 min read

"The woman that I plan to marry will have champagne in her walk and I will get drunk on her footsteps" -Rudy Francisco.

Imagining love;

I want your palm touching mine. I would embrace the silence that speaks a thousand words that never passes our lips. The warmth of your skin, a blanket shielding me from the cold of the outside world. Your gaze hypnotising. Ill tuck my secrets away in the corners of your mouth where the lines lined with passion form when you smile. Ill hide my hopes in your laugh so when your breath dances in the midst of the chill studded winter evening sky, they’ll join the stars. I’ll keep my dreams locked away behind the windows to your soul, that when I look at you I see my future shimmering against the moonlit ocean in your eyes, staring back at me. My love for you engraved in between the lines of your hands. Your skin as soft as a thousand clouds that have touched the verge of heaven.

Your love has sinked into my veins. Now running through my blood. I'm overdosing on this morphine. Addicted to your love. Enslaved by your affection. The mark of happiness that sits on your cheeks glistens like a diamonds smile. Your eyes are glazed with wisdom, I get smarter just looking at you. Your touch waking Goosebumps on my skin. Your sweet voice serenades me. Every word rolls off your tongue like honey leaving a sugary taste in my mouth.

I could spend an eternity listening to you laugh. You’d have the kind of laugh that every girl spends their lifetime tying accommodate to impress a guy like you. I would put my dignity on hold for you just to hear that laugh. You; the perfect mix between the kind of guy you'd bring home to the folks but would keep your little secret. He’d tell me I look beautiful even when my face resembles the very pits of hell, not just to make me feel better, but because he really thinks so. And it wouldn’t matter where we are or when we are, as long as we are in each other’s company because your company is the best kind. To love a person that much I wonder, is it possible without losing some sense of sanity. As it is, I’d be losing my mind over you.

And as the days, weeks, months years float by with the tick tock of time taking its toll ill watch as we grow old together with the only hint of youth left as the young love that burns deep within my heart and soul. While our days come to a close and our memories become numbered; my mind will reminisce visiting every knock and cranny of our early days, watching them over and over again in my head on replay. Relishing in your tenderness, savouring your sweetness. Dreaming wide awake

Finishing the way we started;

Together.

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