Formed a chemistry right on the arrival
It was such a look of admiration
Exchanged words and discovered a worthy rival
With a smile that adjusted my muscles of mastication

Two of the same belong together to form a pair
Similar hobbies and interest sparking up a passion
Focused on this feeling that cant be compared
Deep enough to give the last of my ration

She just my type, hazel eyes, woman that's bared child
Maturity, that a man can only capture
A walk that seduces made for walking down the isle
A Cool breeze with rose bushes and green pastures

Is this love or is it lust?
Is love lust? is lust love?
The art of love making triggered by your cuff
A charisma that was rare like two doves

Complexion, light skin, covered with true fashion
Compatibility got me tempted
She a all around woman that leave me bragging*
On my level enough to finish my sentence

Dancing around these minor obstacles with words
That sooths the soul like a body preserved

These are my words its just poetry in the making
Combinations of words, ingredients for the shaking

Passion and desire spirals you to domestic
Growth & love w/ understanding goes viral  from a prospective

Hello Poetry take where nobodies ever been
Inside the mind of the confined translated through my pen

Using my paper as the canvas creating a work of art
Turned my world upside down playing the ace of hearts

Always show that spark, Poetry it's been known to bark
That's what it's made for, but also mending hearts

Sewing up the pain until the stiches part
Both sides falling for love from the cupid arch

Sweet melodies flowing from the cupid harp
Hello poetry and its on the mark

Together as one before the wish bone ******
Upon breaking I wished about us

Hello Poetry forever will you flow with me
Relationship is mutual united and its knowingly

I am a poet with a dream that arises like steam
Gone with the wind as if it's flowing up stream

Creating waves resembling my trials and tribulation
But the introduction to poetry calms a situation

Self- expression, keeps my mind at constant ease
Words unspoken. held in becomes disease

That day that we met was the day we cut the ribbon
When I fell in love with my first poem & ever since I kept the rhythm