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I love the way the Brits speak
Love the way my curiosity she peaks.
I love people of all shapes, colors and sizes...tall short black white brown thin fat...  Their inside is what I look at.
I love that you wage the same war I do.....sometimes life is black other times blue.
I love that you want to learn how to fish....but I promise I'll always cook your favorite dish.
I love that you love Tiramisu.....it means the same thing I want to mean to you.
I love that you're willing to take your heels off so we can dance....there's no need to my love I'm stuck in this trance.
I love that you're you and never ever want your journey to be black or blue.
I love YOU!
  Sep 2018 Semi-literate Poet
Wick
intoxicated
by you; deeper do I fall
willingly, my love.
**** those Beatles wrote some killer sick love songs....have a listen.  Cloud nine baby!
There were bells on a hill but I never heard them ringing no I never heard them at all til there was you....©Beatles
My mind has evolved ever since I read your words.
In my garage
I have an altar
to all my fallen
brothers, sisters
and friends.....
they keep telling me
...follow you dreams...
you're nowhere
near the end.
If today I pass...everyone at my funeral will see that I was hysterically happy when I died....at last
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