“I love you but your eyes didn’t see my worth”

As my heart began to melt this is what your Emerald eyes do to me.

This time I’ll be better for myself, at least for myself.

You’ll heal after this painful chapter.

I hope you could see how blind people see the world with their imaginations.

She was just my kind of poetry.

You’re always welcome if you find someone better than me.

She built walls to protect herself from intruders who made her feel unworthy.

Many people can write, but only the rare can understand the pain behind your unwritten emotions.

I still write poems about you, when I know you never write about me.

I wrote many poems about her and held her so close to my heart that she did not even knew a place there.

We forgive people in order to give peace for ourselves.

There’s always a chapter in our life that hasn’t been read.

Real love will make you blind, Like myself when I started to write poems about her.

The sun has risen, its beautiful and so are you.

Just like the moon and stars she was made of such wonder.

I was quiet, not blind, but very deep inside, I was hurt.

Sometimes up, sometimes down, sometimes back. Always with a little love from your side.

The more you love yourself, the less you need others to love you.

There are many ways to say “I love you, It doesn’t have to be with giving the gifts.

Love knows how to end as the sun knows how to disappear.

I love having someone to talk to all night.

Love was a word I hadn’t understood till I felt your touch.

It’s not rare to love, but it’s rare to be loved.

People love at their level of self-love.