My Love, Josefin Slab

My love, Josefin Slab My first thought the time I wake up My inspiration in moments I create art My joy when we chat and laugh together My strength when I'm on job The last person I contact before my sleep The only girl in my mind The beautiful creature I found With your sweetest voice and charming smile With your amazing chatting emoji and laughs And that walking-dancing baby emoticon With your crazy mind I love One with wonderful picture posing With your brilliant yogurt skin color With your perfect dressing fashion With your fantastic ideas and advice on me From your inner attracting power A person I can submit my soul to A person I commit to end in love with I'm too favored to meet and know you It isn't enough saying I'm crazy about you You made me love You're my weakness. You make mincemeat of attention on calling my name It's splendidly something we're grabbing ourselves at My sleight of hand is premiered by your discernment But understate yourself in giving someone a drubbing And provide no rooms for amendments on your skids Which depreciate the possessions in your proficiency To affect wiping the floor with joyous love of ours Really that it needs our synergistic ink to put on paper I wish to destruct that part of you, likewise you'd Unto me to paint the tints, shades and tones of loveliness To sketch the signs of courage and put tolerance details Keeping warm hues and cold saturations on our tongues Kindly I request to open your mind and meet with mine That we can share such fruitiness as matching goals Safely and sufficient enough getting to our destined cliff Though you impairs the ontology behind, I quite wonder! I'm no more down at heel as you slowly met And no longer experience little love laughs Which solemnly stole my entire belief on To smell the sense of dirt on our papers By free graphite shine no other can see In that a wild manner stirring sincerity up My keen to rub the dots of one another An eraser whose outcome is dusty The pixels I granted to suit the resolution The saturation of my tolerance being warm With all recipes from your soul make up Frozen springs partly exploiting our intent A little I'd hatch is a one you crossed A garment you wore set your eyes into no blink That my feet found no sand to stand on But only sweet regrets and sad charms to fall in.