By Devnum Nagar
It rains, when you look at me.
Cupid surrounds me, when you hug me.
Time stands still, when you kiss me.
The breeze is purer, when it gushes through your hair and passes by me.
When you hold my hand it’s like it was always meant to be there.
You purify my soul and kiss every broken piece I’ve ever had.
Your healing is like a baby just born, playing in a mother’s lap.
Your words embrace my existence and make me immortal.
As if I live inside you and you wear me so right.
I crave your essence and wonder what it would be like to stay in those arms forever, safe.
You don’t feel human, you feel angelic.
You own the crown on your head, and everything you touch becomes pure.
How did you land here?
Angels like you do not deserve to be here.
I've learned that some touch your heart, while some simply become it.