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You are the first of thoughts that fill my head, The image that I see wherever I go, The first and final word to escape my lips, And the sweetest song I have come to know, I love the sweet smell your body carries with it, And the taste of your lips when they press tenderly to mine, I love the feeling of your skin beneath my palms, And every eye lash that garnishes your lovely eyes, I love your soft chocolate hair and the way it shapes to your face, And your eyebrows that frame your beautiful eyes, unyielding; like daggers they pierce right through me, And your gentle pianist fingers that intertwine with mine, I love the feeling of safety in your arms, The sound of your warm beating heart, Your soothing voice that shields me from harm, “I’ll protect you” you coo as I still listen to you heart, You are the effort in every breathe I take, The sweet cream cheese icing on a red velvet cake, And I think to myself when your voice meets my ears, You are the one I've needed; the one I'll love for one thousand years.
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Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 9:50 PM UTC
You Are
You are the first of thoughts that fill my head, The image that I see wherever I go, The first and final word to escape my lips, And the sweetest song I have come to know, I love the sweet smell your body carries with it, And the taste of your lips when they press tenderly to mine, I love the feeling of your skin beneath my palms, And every eye lash that garnishes your lovely eyes, I love your soft chocolate hair and the way it shapes to your face, And your eyebrows that frame your beautiful eyes, unyielding; like daggers they pierce right through me, And your gentle pianist fingers that intertwine with mine, I love the feeling of safety in your arms, The sound of your warm beating heart, Your soothing voice that shields me from harm, “I’ll protect you” you coo as I still listen to you heart, You are the effort in every breathe I take, The sweet cream cheese icing on a red velvet cake, And I think to myself when your voice meets my ears, You are the one I've needed; the one I'll love for one thousand years.
This is definitely not my best work, but I didn't want to get rid of because it's of course about someone very important to me. Oh well. :p
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Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 9:50 PM UTC
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