San Francisco

The Love


Your eyes are a vacation

I find myself relaxed,

Studying your reflexes 

Learning to love what makes you love.


Your touch is calculated 

Afraid to make a wrong move

Afraid to move too fast

Yet, scared of being too slow.


Your laugh is like the waters under the golden gate bridge

Crashing against posts, uprooting calm, yet,

A consistent comfort

As it sways back and forth.


You’re so busy but always free

Constant traffic in your mind,

Heart on your sleeve, 

But no one notices.


You are so beautiful.

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