My Version of the Love Story
In the beginning…
It doesn’t matter if he loved me enough to hurt me,
The strength of his grasp refuses to loosen, and the truth is,
I would rather not let him go.
I was mesmerized by his almond eyes, with the shade of warm coffee
A glanced of his beautiful, enticing smile and a handful of humor
Sweet to my taste he lets me inhale his scent of sexy
His presence is like a blessing that blesses me with more than just love and affection
He shared passion and admiration, indeed a good person
I dream one day a love like this won’t end
And sometimes fair wishes do come real
A lovely little girl from heaven was sent,
To care for, and cherish forever
Today…
It doesn’t matter if he loves me enough to hurt me,
Because, I know He won’t.
The strength of his grasp tightens firmly around my waist as we lay there pacing another ones breath
And the truth is, He would rather not let me go.
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