Beau’

It thumbs on the chest. Where its always been. You..Came back. Dreamers where sum. A lovers true portion. The portion of love that rendered each powerless. The truer it got. That we are truly beau……

Smiles. Flashbacks and certainly forwards of the unexpected journey ahead. Full of hope and brilliance. Carefree we got . Happy we are..My beau’

Faces, smiles and eyes, the only true justice to what thumbs between the chest. Blushes of knowing that it’s too reciprocated. To days beyond, to life ahead, stay mine, my beau’….

You smiled back. It comes down to who the eyes find when we search across the room. The one who we see and say finally, familiarity, finally, my home. The eyes. The definition of us, we, you n me, beau’

To the lovers rock, lovers den, hard the door gets kicked, with insurmountable joys that in the rain we both shall live, if we have to. And storms we faced n conquered, Because beau, you good, we good ,Always…

Memories are not heavy to carry when shared too. The thoughts of you, us, we, forever held where it thumbs the most. To the minds where we both live in, forever a bountiful reminisce.

Flared B.