He's brown like coffee,
carmel flavored candy ,
cinnamon sticks and
sweet like whipped cream.
That's how he seems to
me. His eyes glow brighter
than any owl in the night
sky. The vibes he creates
make you feel high as if your
floating on the fluff of the
clouds above like turtle
white doves. He's pure like
organic fruit. And has a smile
that's super cute. He's free
like beautiful rainbow
coloured fish in the sea. And
wild as an alfa wolf that
knows how to lead his pack
by keeping them on the right
track and never leaving
anyone back. Pretty and
handsome is how he is to me.
His words have a little bit
of Edgar Allan Poe , mystery
and madness. But as we all
know thats whats good for
one's soul. Every word he
says is like gentle soft music
to my ears. Every word he
says makes the happy tears
roll down shy on my blushing
cheeks. For his words are made
of the finest poetry to me.
His words heal the bruises
before they grow and swell
it almost seems like their
magic as well. My angel
from the heavens above.
My husband and future.
My person and home is
what i have to say in order
to explain this all. He's
mine he's mine he's mine.
And so did the angels write
down in the history of the
sky. As they painted every
kiss shared between us
two. And every word said
with tenderness and care
in empty rooms. They carved
his words in the particles
floating in the morning's
fresh air. And on every
shore that welcomes the
tides. He's mine He's mine
He's mine* ~