Write a letter, wild flowers, burning skins .. that 's how I make love. Quiet, but loud enough for your heart to notice. Shy, but confident enough to hold your hand in a room full of guests. So, come... Come to me With your heart in your hand, carrying memories and heartbreaks from lovers who decorated your skin with thrones and lover who gifted you pain, shame and water in your eyes. Come to me because I will be what your heart feels after a full stomach from supper. the smell of petrol, paint and new magazines. I wil be your quiet the stillness and seek in noise. The strength you feel after healing. I will be your sun, on the days you will burn. And water, when you'll search calm. The love that burns The love that heals I'll be the band-aid to all of your cuts and scars. #love #poemtime #attraction #positivethinking #inspirewriters #microfiction #motivationtime #poetry