Decode My Love

Poem By Felix Lugo

Decode My Love (Newest Poem by Lugo)

Does she know the thoughts that go through my mind? Does she feel what I feel before I lay my heart to rest at night? Would she even notice the words I write in this letter? Could I ever accept if she denies me but welcomes another? Could I ever feel the same again if I don't become her other half? Would I ever feel complete? Her smile and laughter melts my particles of love. My heart has been shattered before and what remains are the fragments that was once a complete soul. I'm scared. I feel numb at times. Would she give me a chance or would I get the same answer as before and be lost? Should I pour my heart in this letter and it never get a respond? Would the love I express be erased if things don't go certain ways? Could she understand the language I speak that has no words to be heard? It's a feeling that could only be decoded by the designated decoder who understands the helplessly romantic encoder. It's chemistry I know exists between us but the chemical reaction is unknown. Would she be willing to explore the possibly that maybe her love has always been searching for the love that I am willing to give? Could I have been searching in the wrong places and she discovered my map? With one kiss could we instantly fall deeper in love just like that?

Comments about Decode My Love

Dear Felix, such a lovely write👍👍👍


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