Bittersweet
you’re like a fluffy white blanket on a snowy winters eve and I still can’t believe you spent any time next to me. you’re like coming home but that’s too cliche, baby I could live content with nothing but you for eternity. you’re a symphony, a poem, I saw you and just knew. A cappuccino with a perfect swirl a joke delivered with perfect unfurl. You’re captivating, illuminating, and I’m sitting here debating in my mind in my disemobodied soul how I could’ve soiled your soul unintentionally of course I’m drowning in a riptide of remorse I just can’t find any solace all I think about is you our future and our love because one plus one in our case doesn’t just make two it makes a puzzle complete, sugar to make tea sweet so darling what we’re doing is bittersweet I know I’ve presented quite the feat but I don’t know how to stop loving you, and I hope you feel the same way too.
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