Art Everywhere
you abducted my sanity and killed my inner loner,
and now my fragile heart has but one specific owner;
you hold the key to this organ that lets me live,
you are the one who receives the love I give.
to buy a million roses would amount to but a fraction
of the love I have to offer and of my attraction
to you and to the things you do, for I love it all.
ashes filled with love still remain on my wall.
one day, when we move in together, we will create
art everywhere, one to which only we will relate;
symbols of our love will surround us; every room
will be filled with our love, which will forever bloom.
©LukaKorba
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