You’re a small sleepy
town
a familiarity that
soothes;
like cobbled stoned
memories
you reawakened my
youth,
in the windows of
your soul
shines a Tuscany sunset in spring;
your contours like
warm rolling hills
and a smile like
sunrise’s warm morning glow.
I’m flying high here
on the ground
as if I were in a hot
air balloon
and if feels like no
one else is around
Only you, just you are
all that exists.
Sweet sounds that
emanate from fruitful lips
calling me in like
waves lapping the beach;
your words mesmerize
me as if in a trance
so simple but touching
me so deep.
Your love is like
water I need to quench my thirst,
your soul like fire
feeds my love that keeps burning,
your mind that continually
stimulates my yearning;
I can’t refuse, nor
can I refute the effects of your love.
Though imperfect the
feeling is perfectly manifested
throughout the years,
the sadness, anger, happiness and tears;
together we’ve
painted a picture and from my view
nothing else is more
beautiful than the masterpiece that’s you.
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