His Love
In the glimmer of the sunlight
His eyes dance into her soul
Driving to touch her in the same way she touches him
With just a simple smile
Laugh
Or hug
The love burning inside them both is so hot
That it could burn down a million trees
She smiles
He smiles
In just one gaze of her amazingly beautiful face
He melts
Like a popsicle on a hot July day
They both want something but can’t have yet
He hides it
She deny’s it
Awe simple love
The slightest touch makes him fell like
A rabbit trying to climb into a muse hole
That has been lit on fire
The lightness in his smile makes her fell safe and content
Witch reassures her that he is still hers and
She is still his
The romantic passion in his kiss turns her knees into jelly
Then right as she is sure she can’t stand any longer
He sweeps her off her weakening feet to relax her in his arms
Where he believes
He thinks
She belongs for all eternity
Because the sun rises and sets around her
For she is more beautiful then any mountain top, river, or valley
More dangerous then a rapid waterfall
But as gentle as sweet smelling roses being plucked
Then swept off with the wind
That is only the beginning,
But the ending
Of what he feels
For his love
Shyleen Monticue
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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