after hours

i barely can contain excitement,
because after hours is soon.
your voice will ring in my ears once again!
you sound like how honey tastes to the tongue,
it caresses and massages my soul and my mind.

your protective shield enforces around me, despite
how many after hours are you away?
what i would do, what i would commit,
to be in your arms,
to feel you, to please you, to love you.
i was lost, now i’m found;
are you my saviour?

if you are a dream,
would i want to wake up after hours:
escape the utopia, or be embraced
by love?
in my head, we look at masterpieces,
while in the true master peace.
hold my hand while we wade through
the ocean of art!
the ocean that lets me breathe

i think, no,
i know i love you
after hours when we talk - 
my heart glows
my face beams
all my dreams have come true.
you were hand-painted by god,
chosen for me in the dawn of creation
i reject the idea of luck, and embrace 
the thought of fate.
we are written in the stars;
life is finite - 
but us?
we are endless.

we were moulded and fashioned to fit together,
two lost puzzle pieces that have found
home at last after hours of searching.
you look like home, like happiness, like
joy
my name may be joy,
but you, the scholar, bring me my joy
you make me wholeheartedly,
indisputably, head-over-heels
in love.
i write poems when i feel
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