My love for you is ink stained—
green, when i planted thoughts of you
purple, when you were my king
blue, when i thought you were my sky
and black, when i was over you
…
My love for you is ink stained,
validated by the waiting paper.
i hold a story about us
i hold it dear in my heart
although we are far apart
i hold a story about us
i shout it out to blank pages
my pen is always ready
i hold a story about us
but i dared not tell you
all the universe knows but you
i hold a story about us
now ready to become a book
hoping one day you will read
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