Lovely
Your black hair, your black skin,
Everything is so beautiful to me.
Your large hands are soft, and
your kiss ignites a thousand
feelings in me. I cannot describe
how awesome you are.
You are simply lovely, my darling.
When you sit deep in thought, I
can only wonder what wanders
through your mind. I am
fascinated by who you are,
your passions, and the lifestyle
you desire...but I am merely me,
and you are simply lovely.
I think you graceful, a fallen angel –
but I dare not say those things.
You wouldn't agree, I dare say,
but I believe you think me the same.
I whisper to you what's on my mind,
but you keep your thoughts secret.
Admirable and shameful, I believe –
why don't you think yourself lovely?
All the world could bow to you,
yet I'd be your queen by your side.
I doubt you'd love that position,
since you'd rather fight
for your country, a hero in some
people's eyes. You inspire me
to follow my dreams, and I wish
for you to do the same, darling.
Go forward, and light the torch!
Guide the innocent through caves
of misery! You are a brave soldier,
whether you think that or not.
I have always thought you brave,
glorious, helpful, selfless, not so
perfect...you're just so...lovely.
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