I love you so much
Even when you sleep
And I can't hear your thoughts
And your mouth doesn't speak.

I love you so much
When you breath soft and slow
When you're driving and singing along to the radio.

I love you when you get so frustrated
And look as if you're going to cry
And you just sit down and look at me
Like I'm the best thing in your life.

I love you when you make me lunch on Sundays,
And lay with me in the sun,
Like two cats on the back porch,
I laugh and you come undone.

You're such a gentle soul
I don't know how you ended up here,
But I crave you all the time,
You subside all the sadness and fear.

You're an angel in the mortal world,
Too humble to ever let yourself see it's true,
You're the only one that can make me feel it,
And
I love you
I love you
I love you

Your kisses are just as lovely as you are.
Your kisses give me butterflies like how you always give me butterflies.
Your kisses are as sweet as you are too me.
You kisses are like the taste of sugarplums on your lips.
Your kisses give the type of happiness you give me.
You could kiss me a billion times and nothing would ever change the way I feel about you.
I will treat you like a prince, as you are my prince.
I will try to make you happy, how you make me happy.
*Baby, I love your kisses like I love you.

Is it really love
when I'm just an afterthought,
and you're not sorry?

I want to fall with a Poetress
Not a girl but a woman that can match my intellect.
She can cook and clean but is far from domesticated.
Need a ghetto queen like Latifah
I'm from the hood baby I can handle a skillet.
Let's split it
You cook the rice I make the chicken
A woman that understands it all from politics to religion
She fights for her rights
And some nights she doesn't want to lay she wants to ride  
Never ask for nothing but is willing to die
Living for the moment
Like of our live is being directed by Nick Cassavetes
A Poetress I promise to keep smiling
Like a woody Allen movie
And if I sell my soul
I'll be Adam and she Lilith
I want to fall in love with a Poetress
That argues with me metaphorically
Poetic in her actions
When she threatens to leave me
A goddess with words and she let's me hear it
A woman I can open up like a book
And let's me eat in her living room
One that can bear baby Jesus and the anti Christ if God decides
My match
My one on one
Wether I have a bible or a ski mask
Much more than superficial beauty
But if I had to choose
She'll be Patron white with a Henny ***
Don Pergion for a mouth,
she speaks class
1880 aged wine for her mind
Her thoughts are dined
I want to fall in love with a Poetress
Who understand cutlery
But loves bacon and burger beef
A goddess of poetry
Would be the only one right for me
I want to fall in love with a Poetress
And the search begins
your majesty.....

Your name is a golden
shiny bell hung up in my
heart. It tastes sweeter than
apple pie and red hot cinnamon
flavored gum. It warms me more
than the heat that radiates from the
sun. It’s spelled out in four short
letters that sound fun when pronounced.
Its true i'm telling you, your name is a
golden bell hung and tangled between
the ventricles of my heart. It sounds like
secret prayers whispered in the dark.
Your name is slowly taking over my
thoughts

it is a mantra now, reverberating throughout my being
in a place where repetition is sweet fulfillment
and to say it , feel it, taste it on my lips..
To drown in the essence, the flavor...sticky sweet
like hot candy floss on my tongue
like a prayer on my lips
and a song in my heart .....
a prickly, tender stroking of every pore in my flesh
your sweetness becomes my depth and in that...
I am whole, satiated and warm with glowing rapture
I awake each hour to the hunger
and the more I indulge the more it becomes a thirst
and yours is the only nectar to quench this perpetual desire
thirst, hunger, desire, longing ..... You

Your name sweeps my feet
off the ground. It sounds like
secret melodies carried by the
winds and entering my ear. It’s
the only word that I want to hear
throughout this entire year. These
four letters shall forever be carved
on the chambers of my heart. These
four letters are what let me fall in love
from the very start. Inking my skin with
these four letters is all what I really want*

like a tattoo, indelibly inked upon my soul
there is you and your music and the melody
which haunts my dreams and fills my every waking hour
to utter your name is like a prayer
to hear your voice is a symphony of ecstasy
playing upon the strings of my heart
dare I say it out loud
would the entire world fall for you'
as I have done?
I’ll share the joy but never,
even at the cost of my own life,
will I release this feeling from my being
you are the message I have waited
my whole life to hear
sing it to me now, in dulcet tones of passion
create your vision of us in your own fashion
and now I own your name, your song, the dream
but you own me..For I am yours...entirely.
sing ..... And I promise the perfect harmony* ~