Love like woah
He spoke in great endearment and
Depicted of what true love is, some people judge and call it a phase
I don’t care I say, I don’t care, for it is true love
His smile is what I adore, for it is the fact I melt inside,
His warm tender heart is the love I care for
Never wanting to break him because his past was a cold war
His angelic like self, is something to not be played with
For when I look into his eyes I see us
When our hands join together, a fluttering sensation jumps inside me
And if he’ll ever with drawl, I wouldn’t be able to breathe again because oxygen wouldn’t even exist anymore
I place my hand on his smooth skin, caressing his man like face
I place a warmth touch on his lips with mine
I feel the vibe reside within us
He sits there and plays the guitar
While I’ll sit here
And watch him like a luminous shape in the night sky
I’ll fall in love with every metrical and powerful word he says
“Baby you make me happy “, is what I’ll say
I sit hit here and write him love poems
Telling him how much I really love him
While he just smiles
And by seeing that angelic like smirk on his face
I know it’s real
Our love, that’s what I know is real
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