I don't know
whose fingers will cross my hands next time
Whose hair I will stroke
Whose smile will soften my heart
Whose love will bloom like a fresh start
Whose fingertips will crease my cheek bones
Whose fragrance will cling to my clothes
Whose eyes will ask me to stay in their sight
Whose heart will race when our palms meet
Whose breath will synchronize with mine
Whose lips will kiss my lips, cheeks, ears, neck and forehead
Whose voice will be my lullaby before going to bed
Whose shoulder will be my go-to place for comfort on bad days
Whose embrace will cure all my pain
Whose feet will move with mine on a love song when it rains
Whose mind will realize what is going on inside my brain, without words
I don't know who will be next, but I only know he will be my last love. A color of forever, a shade of destiny.
© hira Ch