I wrote this poem with a fast beating heart,
trembling hands and racing thoughts of how you make me feel.
The feeling could be modified as indescribable, tangible, a beautiful work of art created only by the best artist you my love<3
How did you do it?
What is thy artist secret?
Was it mayb thy lips painted upon mine?
Thy intense proximity against me?
Thy artist work of art with thy gentle yet inquistive hands?
What magical touch is this that I've never ever felt before in my entire life?
Because whatever this is one can surely agree with me it can only be the work of love,
if I do stand incorrect may cupid take away my beating heart for you, my longing to be with you, kiss you,
play,
lay with you in bed,
have your weight upon mine as our bodies dance to the music of love or even take away my promise to love and care for you always.
If I'm wrong may cupid do so, unless of course thy artist agrees with I? Cupid shall have no reason to eradicate such.