Work Text:
I think I can softly hear
A love poem that was silently written
It clearly flies over to you
I hope it reaches you before it’s too late
- Love Poem, IU
l grew up being greedy
-of memories, of feelings, of volleyball.
I grew up being greedy,
for the smallest of the things,
for the comes of the spring
and the bloom of the flowers.
I grew up being greedy
and often greediness left my body,
when spring came and with her your love,
surrounding my heart with warmth
-of the lights, of your smile, of your joy.
I grew up being greedy
when you held my hand
with your cold fingertips,
when your hugs felt like home,
constellations buried into your eyes.
With spring you came to occupy my everyday;
the day walking beside me,
shoulders touching shy under the sun,
the night visiting my dreams,
hidden by the silver rays of the moon.
And so I ceased to be greedy of everything,
suddenly, slowly, quietly,
and started being greedy of you
-of your sweetness, of your thorns, of your love.