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If I could write you a poem, Every hour, every minute, To transcribe how I feel, I would. I ‘d let your hands touch my cheeks, See right into my brain, Read my thoughts, read my heart, If I could. I can’t always explain them, The things that I do, I go crazy, and selfish, And blind. But insane as I am, I never forget You’re my man, And you’re one of a kind. My hands, As they stumble Through keystrokes Can never do justice to the warmth in your soul. Or the way you are more Than lips I can kiss, Or a smile, Or some hand I can hold. Like a gentle roughness, An echoing whisper, Or an imperfection that makes something Absolutely flawless, You are something So few souls can understand or fathom That the thought of you Makes them incredulous. And being the uncharitable girl that I am, You’re a treasure I won’t willingly share— To risk something so rare, and of such high value, Would be like walking into a snare. For you, my dearest love, Are not my just moon, Or my stars, But my radiant sunset. Daily transforming beauty That’s taken for granted Into something I’ll never forget. Our every encounter Is a rose among daisies— Making memories And never squandering time. Though of it, We lose track As the clock fades into the background Disappearing along with its chime. But as goodbyes rush on us, All too quickly, And we kiss, So reluctant to part, I hope you always will know, No matter how far you go, My train of thought will always lead back To your heart.
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Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 3:25 AM UTC
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If I could write you a poem, Every hour, every minute, To transcribe how I feel, I would. I ‘d let your hands touch my cheeks, See right into my brain, Read my thoughts, read my heart, If I could. I can’t always explain them, The things that I do, I go crazy, and selfish, And blind. But insane as I am, I never forget You’re my man, And you’re one of a kind. My hands, As they stumble Through keystrokes Can never do justice to the warmth in your soul. Or the way you are more Than lips I can kiss, Or a smile, Or some hand I can hold. Like a gentle roughness, An echoing whisper, Or an imperfection that makes something Absolutely flawless, You are something So few souls can understand or fathom That the thought of you Makes them incredulous. And being the uncharitable girl that I am, You’re a treasure I won’t willingly share— To risk something so rare, and of such high value, Would be like walking into a snare. For you, my dearest love, Are not my just moon, Or my stars, But my radiant sunset. Daily transforming beauty That’s taken for granted Into something I’ll never forget. Our every encounter Is a rose among daisies— Making memories And never squandering time. Though of it, We lose track As the clock fades into the background Disappearing along with its chime. But as goodbyes rush on us, All too quickly, And we kiss, So reluctant to part, I hope you always will know, No matter how far you go, My train of thought will always lead back To your heart.
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Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 3:25 AM UTC
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