I'll keep writing poems about you
I'll write poems about your short spiked brown hair,
And how I loved to run my fingers through it,
Because it was  soft and felt nice,
I'll write poems about your long pale neck,
And how I kissed it a million times,
While inhaling your masculine scent,
I'll write poems about your big brown eyes,
And how I could see my reflection in them,
Along with the sparkle that used to shine,
I'll write poems about your eyebrows,
And how I think it's nice that they almost meet,
Because it gives you an innocent look,
I'll write poems about your beautiful lips,
And how I kissed them,
Leaving a stain of red lipstick,
I'll write poems about your smile,
And how it was so big and sincere,
I just could not resist,
I'll write poems about your hands,
And how they stroked my back,
With their soft, gentle touch,

I'll write poems about your height,
And how I loved it,
I loved all 6 feet 3 inches of you,
I still do.
I'll keep writing poems about you.