I Love the Hell Out of You

I don’t know why I met you. This is a big mistake. I can only state, That I never thought things would be this way. As a result of us meeting and with each other spending time, I can’t get you out of my mind. As the clock winds, the feelings are true. I simply love the hell out of you. The way you talk with the Thibodaux accent. The way you walk with your head high in conceited confidence. The way you think with the street sense, Makes me believe that you were heaven sent. There are some drawbacks though, You are sometimes stubborn and you have no dough, But with everyone you meet there are some cons and pros. I never wanted you in the beginning, And sometimes I say I don’t want you no mo’. But at the back of my mind and with my full heart, I don’t want us to ever part. I love you from the top of your head to the tip of your toes. I even love to watch you rub your nose. I’m just crazy about you, I suppose. You call everyday; I guess because you feel the same way. I don’t know what else to say or do; I simply love the hell out of you.