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I Promised You This

I love the way her quiet hands always seem

to rouse a feeling of intensity deep inside.

How strong the sensation can be when against my body.

I love the how heartening they are

when I feel so misplaced.

And how infantile they feel even though calloused

Greatly through her trying life.

I love the way her eyes gaze at me.

The way they bypass sheepish smiles and timid looks

And see what I really wish for her to see.

I love how a single look ignites a feeling in me that boils

my soul and melts away the layers

like chocolate in the sun.

I love the way her fair lips sneak across her teeth.

The way they coil in to this ideal smile

that always seems to cause the same outcome in me.

I love when she just barely tastes them while she’s thinking and

how they burn when she tenderly places them on my remains.

I admire how they can say so much with out moving

and with a simple flick can entice so much commotion at once.

I love it when I hear thump-thump

and how it propels her passion for this existence. 

I love how no one person gets the same version of her,

and how it always makes every day unique.

I can even love the childish way it makes her mature

which always appears to make her cry.

I love the way I don’t feel good enough for her some times,

but she always tells me Im perfect.

I love how she makes me cry cause it never bittersweet

and always ends in a smile.

I love how angry she makes me and how she just blows it off

in a joke that we both laugh at later.

In the end I promised you this.

Its not done its not perfect but its for you.

Its my heart. Its everything I love about you,

Its my promise to always fall in love with you every day

And love you always.

Copyright © Stacy Brown | Year Posted 2014

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