She found her calmness in your chaos.
Since yesteryear, she seems pumped up when you’re around.
You stole her heart with your fragile pathos,
That’s now the mutual common ground.
Your face is loud when you aren’t speaking.
Your sweetest humming is her constant earworm.
Must you, beloved, still be seeking
For the acceptable love form?
Love always craves some sacrifices.
And this was once a widely heard suggestion
That Love has an abyss of guises.
But her Love is without question.
22.02.2023
UnconditionaL
© Copyright: Дарья Дмитриевна Чуднова, 2023
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