I can’t help but keep my hands off you.
You are the most beautiful being on this earth.
You are imperfectly perfect.
Every aspect of you -
your light brown, curly locks,
the rough stubble framing those gorgeously rose-toned lips,
that infectious laugh of yours,
those hypnotizing eyes that I could stare into for hours,
the taste of your supple lips…
So please excuse me for not being able to control myself around you.
I’m helplessly drawn to you.
There’s not a single second that passes,
when I don’t wish that -
I could trace your skin with my fingertips,
have your lips pressed against mine,
or to feel the warmth of your tight embrace.
And when I can’t,
I find myself staring at you,
adoringly admiring one of God’s most precious creations.

A key was gifted to a girl, a special goldon one, one that's worth more then silver and even diaomnds funds, this key is special to a guy. a guy she knows so well, his heart is made of platinum and a little goldon helm, she must also protect his key, with her guidance and her heart, hold it close to her eyes and never let it fall apart, it's special to her in every way, you couldn't nevr even sell it because it makes love in it's own perfect way, it's called the key to my heart, the door to my effection, something most girl's can't find unless they know me as a protection, she's the only one who gets the access, to a room of pure goldon hearts, i just hope she'll hold them to somewhere where they'll always be her start, my heart is a key, for her to open as she pleased, i just hope she doesn't break it and then turn it to a thousand degress, so at the end of the day, you're heart is very precious, make sure it never becomes any other guys effections.

She's my special light, when the love turns blurry, creating a magic wond when my hearts given up early, she's my scared tree in my garden, getting extra care until it's grown hardened, she's my voice of beauty my words of potential, her voice is special to me but it's always private and confidential, she's given me a heart to love and a reason to be, she heals me wounds and doesn't charge a fee, but she knows what i must do to make her smile, call her beautiful in all deniles, hold her hand in long trips or short, kiss her through meadows and where things distort, show her she the one tell her everyday, make sure her pain and suffering goes away, teach her love show her my guidance, hold her for long and she'll fall a bunch, smile at her when she thinks i can't, tell her you're all i aren't, make her feel like she something else, a girl a human but a princess of my wealth, she wants this but she never says, so guys who don't know what pretty lady's, want it's something like this is there life, that makes them forget what is right, and only focus on me and you. because we'll always be a bond of two.

When she sees you for the first time, don't look away gaze straight into her eyes, smile very happily and pull her closer, maybe she'll also smile and scoot a little closer, grab her hand until she feels weird, then get very close to her and peer near, keep holding her hand very softly, dont grip or tug, move you're lips a little closer to where she goes a little pug, she'll blush a very rosey red, smile for a bit then go in for the kiss nearer and nearer to her head, she'll then move you're head to the tips of her lips, but just remember this, this is the first kiss of you're life, so make sure you do it right, she then has enough of waiting and then kisses you, then you start to blush a little rosey too, you both then hold each others and say "I couldnt't have anyone else but you baby.", you then both feel love in all it's glory, and that when the chapter ends on you're love story.

My sweetheart like venus,
she's lovely and light,
she's fairer then blackthorn,
she's slim and she's white,
there is no one like her,
for far or from near,
it's the truth i am telling for all men to hear,
Her from has the splendor of straight-growing trees,
her hair like ripe corn that is stirr'd in the breeze,
her eyebrows like grossmear that hangs by the door,
if only she'd love me i'd ask nothing more.

My sweetheart she loves like a shower of rain,
now clouded, now weeping, now smiling again,
but she who loves many is left without one,
true lovers has one love to run.

I have this sick feeling
in the darkness of my soul
something so tempting
yet something so wrong.

I've tried to run, but nowhere I've gone
in years my body has grown
yet I'm still a confused little girl
alone in a big empty home.

Lust I have sown
my flesh is weak
but my will is strong
evil is all I have known.

One day it may win,
or at least for a while.
For now I plead the fifth
until my due trial...

Time became a part of us ever since we learned how to read it
We put it on our wrists, nail it on our walls, and hold it in our phones.
It is an entity we gave meaning to, we gave importance to,
And we're either chasing or wasting it.

When I was a kid, I had a hard time reading time
I got confused if the short hand pointed at the hours or the minutes
Or if the long hand pointed at the minutes or hours.
Eventually, I learned and realized it's not much of a big deal as it was when I was learning it.
It became a part of  my life.

Love and time have some things pretty much in common.
Love became a part of us ever since we learned how to read it,
what it meant,
how it felt.
We put it in our hearts, we nail it in there, we hold it with our body.
It is an entity we give much meaning and importance to,
And we're either chasing or wasting it.

And we're all little kids still trying to learn what love is,
what it means,
how it feels.

Funny thing is, love and time also differ from each other.
Eventually, we learn what love is,
what it means,
how it feels.
And some of us would realize it was a big part of our lives even after we've learned it.
It became a part of our soul.

You then learn that, unlike time, love can be waited.
Love doesn't have to be always chasing or wasting.
It can be waited.