“What was she like?” I tell the truth. “She was my dream. She made me who I am, and holding her in my arms was more natural to me than my own heartbeat. I think about her all the time. Even now, when I’m sitting here, I think about her. There could never be another.” ― Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook
the aroma of her hair
the drizzle of her looks
and the sparkle of her smiles
you see, i die!
a magic in her hands..
a way with her words..
a care in her touch…
she is but an, angel of love.
she is my wife, i say
wife to be perhaps.
i wait and will wait.
as she lie her head on my chest
brought out the man in me at its best
she thought I should
and i did as she did.
love lust sex and magic
touch of her fingers
i cried and more
“leave a mark”
i prayed.
for her love is my addiction
today and tomorrow
craving for more.
you know i will wait
forever till you come.
forever will be here
here too soon
and you with me
under the bright skies moon.
for you and i will laugh
and laugh
looking back
looking back at what we did.
like the giggles of the kids
with their hands on ice creams.
baby you and i.
What makes you beautiful;
you don’t make an attempt to look
what makes you stand out;
you try to hide.
When i see those bitches staring;
their way through prettiness.
you keep it with you;
just to spread the magic around.
You don’t excessively use make up;
or try to wear too short.
you don’t have to be told,
you have to be pretty to catch men eyes;
when all what you have to do is smile.
When the rest around me;
fails.
You, the killer smile;
pops right in my eyes.
you are mine and i
yes, forever yours!
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we are, ❤.
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no.
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without stopping.
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