You confessed to me in a song,
Because music was your voice,
The world was your option,
And I was your choice.
You kissed me at my door,
A kiss that tingled to my toes,
A kiss that sealed our secret,
One the world didn’t need to know.
You made me believe I was worthy
Of a love that moved my soul,
Of bold notes and gentle words,
Imperfect, but still whole.
© Jade M. Wong
New. Dusting off the writing muscles with a sweet, little love poem. I hope you enjoy.