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I love how our eyes first me, you swept me off my feet with the character you led I love how the smile brought upon your face, it's like it comes natural to your soul's warm embrace I love it when you kiss me even when its not on the lips, the touch of your gentleness your softness, leaves me in a fatal bliss I love your creativity and how blessed you are with color, you an amazing mind I still have to thank your mother I love all the things we share even the value of life I love how we're non-stop, day after day night after night You give me this look that catches my breath every single time My heart begins to race as I fall into Dakine I love how I wake up every morning to someone I love so much, to share the open air inhaling natures trust But I love it the most when darkness falls, cause we can share the moonlit glow and wish upon that stellar I love it when you take me with you epsecially to the beach, cause I know how much it means to you, a part of your life that was always within reach I love how the sand warms your feet and the waves capture your heart I love how theres so much passion there tis illustrated in your art I love how this can last forever, its an everlasting scene How we hum our own hyms and how it coincides to one big goofy thing I love how we can laugh at anything, especially the little kinds, always makes up for the hard days, a better kind of pain on the inside I love how my hand scoops perfectly into yours, the butterflies once again are fluttering out of control I love that we're here looking at each other straight in the eyes, it's like our souls were together in our past life But I love that we're here now, our spirits clinging on tight, so we never get separated to experience more of the beauty in this illusion called life.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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