My Love
How beautiful are you my love,
Your face, so smooth, so perfect like a dove,
Your lips, like scarlet ribbon,
So inviting, to me they are given,
Your eyes, so blue,
So beautiful and true,
Your hair, flows carelessly in the breeze,
It is you I wish to be mine, to seize,
Your teeth, so bright,
So lovely and white,
Your body, so fine,
The smell of perfume and winters pine,
Creates a spark in me, I wish you to be mine,
Your smile so perfect and good,
Each dimple and freckle exactly the place it should,
Your cheeks are like fresh blooming roses,
That enhance the beauty of your nose,
Your neck empowered with a beautiful Smell,
Reminds me of riding a perfect wave with an awesome swell,
My left hand under your head,
My right embraces and makes your cheeks turn red,
I nibble your neck,
And give you a peck,
You lean in for more,
You don't want to feel anxious or needy anymore,
You don't want to keep me out,
Because I'm all you ever think about,
We embrace,
I can feel the beat of your heart start to race,
I pull you in,
And hug you tight,
You explode with happiness within,
You have no reason to fight,
This is all you ever wanted,
This is the thing that in your mind had haunted,
Haunted every thought,
And the things you were taught,
You hug twice as hard,
All your nervousness and pain you disregard,
You give up yourself,
and let go of oneself,
You freeze the moment,
And wish for atonement,
You wish it to stay like this,
Now and forever, just to stay bliss,
To stay with me,
To see what I see,
And feel my glee,
And to become one not two,
To help each other when they're blue,
This is the love you wish to get,
And then for the rest of your life, you'll be set,
You will have all that you desire,
No need to worry about attire,
Because I love you, it wouldn't matter what you looked like,
There isn't a thing about you I dislike,
I know that you are just the same,
So together let us be tame,
And put away our shame,
Both of us together, let's be free,
Both of us let see,
What true love is,
True love tis'
What we had, have, and our going to get,
So don't you even forget,
That you are my world,
No matter how much the rest of it is swirled,
I will see straight,
That you are pure and just,
That meeting you wasn't choice, it was a matter of fate...
poem by Jordan Moore
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