If I
If my eyes are butterflies that only find solace on your face
If my hands are turtle doves that are always seeking the warmth of your chest
If for you I have changed my guilty ways
if I wait anxiously for our coffee mornings every weekend my boy.
Now that I think of it , I love you more
Each day ,
I love everything of you
I love your eyes that talk to me sometimes with a little reproach
And those white teeth reflecting in the mirror of your car
And the time you told me you were a real man
And the way you love me as the whole real woman that I am .
I know I don’t say it enough, but that’s simply who I am .
All I can say is that I love you more than this young girl loves coffee.
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