I am in love with you…
So much so that when we're apart the beat to my heart stops pumping out its rhythm 'cause it's grown so accustom to your voice.
Your smile replaces my sun every time you tell me I'm the one you've been waiting for
and the more your name rolls off my tongue
the more I realize just how good it tastes,
just how benevolent your kisses are to me.
And if the eyes are really the windows to the soul then yours is filled with your dreams of loving me
I see my life in your smile
And every time you touch me it's like I just learned how to breathe….
Mozart has nothing on the symphonies that exist in your laughter
your voice was crafted to soothe me.
Cradle me like that hook in your smile was made for my worries to drift away in.
You comfort me.
Like the only reason God breathed life into you…
is so you can exhale blessings onto me.
And let me take this time to say that I love your mother
She's a queen cause she raised you to be the man that you are
And I love your father, though I've never met him but without him your mother could have never birthed something so beautiful.
And you tell me that you love the color of my skin, it reminds you of Hershey kiss that I give you, you love to taste my chocolate, and I love to taste yours too, that's why when you kiss me I tend to bite your bottom lip
See, I don't think you really understand me,
Every time you run your hands over my hips it's like you're telling me that they where made to carry your kids
Your touches translate whispers that send shivers down my spine
And make my skin cry in places that are not appropriate for me to tell you in this poem
By the way, my beautician is mad at you cause you keep making me sweat out my perm
Baby you got me writing to you in a foreign manner
Cause I'm really not the love poem type
But you,
You make me want to write like metaphors are going out of style
And I need a poem for every pearl in your smile
You make me want to run the ink out of every pen that I own just so I can begin to try and explain just what your tone does to me
Baby, I don't even really know what to say right now,
And that's a first
you got me twisted
'cause you can ask anyone that know me, shit I'm never speechless
Every time I see you I see some new part of you that I fall in love with
I'm on my hundred and sixty fifth one and Baby I'm still counting
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