Your love overwelms me
Your love is like,
Laying towards the summer sky, blinded by the inescapable sunlight,
Overwelming.
Your love is like,
The drowsey turning of my car keys, blasted by the radio of the night before,
Overwelming.
Your love is like,
The stretching in ecstacy and final relief, laying in the bed after an aching brutal day,
Overwelming.

















