written by: Azumee
Words spread on paper,
When I start to describe her.
Who is she, I tend to wonder,
Someone I cannot yet picture.
Why does she hold this place,
Is this love without a face?
Just words that created noise,
Shook my heart without her voice.
Sweet sugar she poured with her pen,
That a swarm of ants would rush in.
Why was she different from other women,
With her words she moved me within.
Ordinary and simple were her words,
But honey dripped from her honest lips
That lead me straight through the roads
To her warm loving fingertips.
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