Thoughts of Her
Since the first day I met her, I saw my future in her eyes.
When I'm with her time stands still. And on the other hand, it seems to fly.
Every day I think about her. And the electricity of when we touch. Sometimes my emotions run wild, because of how I want her so much.
She lights fire to my soul, and puts wind to my sail. If love is really blind, then I'd treat her body like braille.
I think about the times we share and the absolute joy that she brought me
I hold her and hug her in my dreams, wake up with empty arms and the experience of her spiritual essence in reality has taught me.
Sometimes I miss her voice, a beautiful song to caress my ears. I would settle for just being her tissue, and gladly wipe away all her tears.
I imagine running my fingers through her hair. Every night I'll be her teddy bear. When I ask her how her day was, I'm asking because I really care.
I love rubbing all over her, and massaging her stress away. The way her body responds to my touch
I realize how much I want and need her in every way.
I will come for my baby, when the time is appropriate.
We might be meant to be even if we don't know it yet.
I want to shower her with my love and bathe her in a sea of diamonds and pearls.
I would do anything just to see the smile of the most beautiful woman in the world
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