I do not love you for your smile,
So welcoming, warm and mischievous,
Or even for your special glance, so demure, meant only for me.
My love is not a reflection of some ensorcellment found in the depths of your jewelled eyes.
I do not love you for your charm,
Your wit and lust for life,
Or for the way you embrace new friends, companions and experiences.
My heart is not a slave to your every touch, bound by a witch's brew of lust, tenderness and desire.
I do not love you for your beauty,
Enchanting as you are,
Not your flawless style and grace or the way you walk a room, every eye captivated by the boundless joy that emanates from within your breast.
I just love you,
Simple as that yet all encompassing.
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 12:42 PM UTC
I do not love you for your smile,
So welcoming, warm and mischievous,
Or even for your special glance, so demure, meant only for me.
My love is not a reflection of some ensorcellment found in the depths of your jewelled eyes.
I do not love you for your charm,
Your wit and lust for life,
Or for the way you embrace new friends, companions and experiences.
My heart is not a slave to your every touch, bound by a witch's brew of lust, tenderness and desire.
I do not love you for your beauty,
Enchanting as you are,
Not your flawless style and grace or the way you walk a room, every eye captivated by the boundless joy that emanates from within your breast.
I just love you,
Simple as that yet all encompassing.
