I give you my words,
wrapped with pieces of my heart,
fragmented muse of the soul,
I give you my words.

We are more than sunlit afternoons
And carefully crafted love letters,
More than the poetry and the art we create…
But in this moment of playful banter,
When you ask me if I love you,
I squeeze your hand
my heart still flutters
When you squeeze back.
poetry and image copyright neha 2020
The above poem is a snippet of an old poem which can also be found here on this blog if you wish to look 🙂
Sometimes…
in moments of quiet contemplation,
my heart gets heavy without permission,
Refusing to hear any reason,
of the mind.
free google image | poem copyright neha 2020