Beneath the stars, she loves me
We lay there holding one another...
She's the cure to my love sickness.
She applies a kiss like ointment on my lips
While putting her hand over my heart like a bandage
Controlling the raging blood flow...
She says she loves me, and my disease is gone...
Whenever she's too far, the symptoms arise
Because I can't touch her, see her, smell her sweet fragrance
Hear her beautiful voice, or taste the rose petals on her lips..
She gives me 5 senses, and it makes so much sense when I'm with her
Because she sensibly compliments me, perfectly...flaws & all
She completes me...my woman. The rib from my side.
Now that this rib is back where it originally came from,
It can protect the organ that I can't live without
The truth of the matter is, I'm still an organ donor for her, and she for me.
She protects my heart, and I, hers
She handed it to me on a silver platter, but it was bruised.
I kissed it, and gave cpr to the valves...
She smiles now, and what a beautiful smile it is...
One of joy, peace, excitement, and most of all, love.
She is my love, my sickness, and my cure, all wrapped up
In a beautiful smile, sensual soft skin, deep brown eyes, and warm laughter...
No comments:
Post a Comment