Je t’amie

Understanding you is like speaking

A language no one in this world speaks,

But me.

It’s learning your quirks,

But knowing them already.

It’s knowing your expressions,

Instead of words.

Knowing you is like

Knowing a warm summer’s day,

That we spent all day on the bay.

You whined about the sand

Getting in your hair and

I sat there and admired the ways

In which your eyes crinkled and softened.

Loving you is loving me

The way I am around you

The way I feel safe.

Loving me is waiting just a little bit

A little patience till I reach your gate.

Touching you is like

an incandescent Sunlight

while the rain comes falling down.

While wish on shooting stars

That you feel the same

I won’t be embarrassed either way

Because loving you is as sweet as honey,

Given willingly from a bee

on a tree.

by Priya Singh