Love between the lines.


I don't love him like you do.

You open your eyes to his sunrise;
Every dawn i serve him my broad shoulders when his feet can no more survive.
You kiss him at the kitchen door; that's where i hold him tight when he can say no more.
I dont love him like you do.
But i love him more.

You brought him an expensive brooch and served him wine;
I sat all night to ink down the scenario, how his lips still remain unsatisfied with the 7th cup of tea. He replied with a note but this time ended with a love line.
I don't love him like you do.
But i love him more.

You long to move your hand over his silky hair, dig your nails over his tattooed back;
Perhaps his winter craked hands on my face, feel so more nebulous than ever.
I know, i don't love him like you do.
But i love him more.

You share the same taste in music as him;
I don't miss a chance when he strums his guitar. He tells, he wants to show me a whole new world!
I definitely dont love him like you do.
But i love him more.

You imagining how you wish he kisses you at the times square on the new year's eve;
So excited he called me last night to tell where we would fight our battles on the knees when we have our house.
I don't love him like you do
But yes, he loves me more too.

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