Some memories are too good to be forgotten.
This love we share is too good to be forgotten.
I'm not bragging or even boasting.
But if you analyze the facts.
And edit down the fiction.
Even you must admit this love too good to be forgotten.

Who you going to find to idolize you so?
Who instantly rush home from work?
To be by your side.
And I still to this day do this.
Even you must honestly state.
This love(we share) is too good to be forgotten

Anything you need.
Anything you wanted.
I have provided to you.
All because I love you.

They came.
They went.
But you stayed.
You were more then the lucky one.
You was the one my heart loved.

Other pretend.
You were a true friend.
You won out in the end.
You were the lucky one.
Or, was it me?

After rationlization.
You created the joy within me.
Which keeps me happy on a daily basis.

You asked, why I constantly smile?
Whenever I see you.
Well, it's because of my love and admiration directed your way.
Where each morning I awake to your lovely face?
Hello Love.

Even in your sleep.
I look at the peacefulness upon your face
And instantly when you arise.
I simply states, hello love, hello.

I have noticed this array of a glow shining in your eyes.
Everytime, I speak.
Wishing you off to having a great day.
Understand happiness begins with a smile.
Which can brighten your day constantly.
So, hello love.
Hello.

You will never know.
Just how much I adore you so.

bed of colors,
carpet of scents
dancer of summers
majestic ambiance
love in a mist
moon orchids,
sun kissed
pansies laced with orange
graceful, and elegant
on gossamer wings
swirling with passion and eloquence
a welcome of spring
a flourish of blossoms
floating to every posy
vising all gardens
ring around the rosy
dancing on the wind
joyful flight
magnificent winged
expertise despite
began with crawling, living in a cocoon
to be reborn with freedom
until the harvest moon
never defeated
so bright with trickery
a unique design on all
such a mystery
twirling and fluttering until evenfall
some say an omen of good luck, some bad
others believe you are visiting spirits of our lost
touching upon lily pads
until the frost
though in truth you just like the taste
of our skin, the salt on your tongue
compared to the sweetness of nectar, never disgraced
for those so young
bringing birth to new flowers
two spirits dancing in the wind
flying over and under, a shower
of sparkling dust, ever twined
following where one leads
to an everlasting paradise
a show to behold
this twinkling in the sun's sky

I wish I could take your kiss
****** you with my hungry gaze
pull you down hard by your need
gravitational pull speeding
Straight down toward ecstasy
landing ******* your knees .
wish I could make you moan
until your begging me please.
While I’m like molasses
Smooth slow and sweet,
creating anticipation good enough to eat.

As night fell, winds whispered his
name; I curled into its breeze as
each leaf danced in syllabic count
with each breath he'd breathe.

I'd smile as he'd toss and turn
emanating masculinities
ambrosia, fingertip tracing
lightly as not to awaken him,
absorbing the moment of us.

Fore, I know there'd never be
another that can arouse emotive
ruminations of him and I as I look
upon his slumbering countenance.

Wanting to slide within his warmth,
embracing the ambiance of what
we have between us, an affinity
of lifetime entwined.

Lips and fingertips
Send hips on trips:
                                   Her  cherry  *pit

Still into you.
I am.
I be.
Still in to you.

I can't imagine me chasing someone .
Because that's the  new rage.
Then when it vanish from picture's of perfection.
I begin to regret the decision I made.

I'm still into you.
This second.
This moment.

A passing thrill is exactly what it is?
While true love stands out as the true deal.
I laugh out loud when lovers has regrets.

Just one decision made their life a mess.

This second.
This moment.
This day.
I'm still into you.