I'd like to do to you
what Lewis and Clark
did to the West Coast.

Is that
Life is
so
****
**precious.

Each moment matters.

Love**
is the only way.

Why do I sigh so?
You should know
why I sigh so!
Your eyes fill me
with love and glee
while your masculine smell
envelopes me all too well.
Your kisses are soft and sure
while you still act cheeky and demure.
Our innuendos and jokes,
grabs and pokes
make the hours pass like minutes.
You hold my hand
like it's a piece of treasure
and you're the pirate with the pleasure
of protecting it.
Your countless stares
evoke flares 
of passion in my heart,
so even if we are apart
I know that you are there
and that you will always think me fair.
You love me 
as I love you.
That is as true
as the blue sea
where we, together,
will swim happily.

To carry life,
every single month
we feel like our
compressed pipes and tubes
will burst
therefore I say,

*"Praise to the toils
of the woman."

Woo me by your intelligence.
Drag me deep into a conversation
that seemed to last for a minute
but really took all day.

Woo me by your touch.
Take my freezing hands in yours
until your warmth makes me feel again.
Wipe my tears away and support me
when I'm drowning in my misery.

Woo me by your romance.
Take me out dancing and gaze into my eyes.
Treat everyday like it's our last day together.
Hold every glance like it's the first day we met.

*Value our love.

Use your words cautiously
for they make people drift away too soon.

Words can slice and dice peoples' hearts
quicker than a knife ever will.

The same thing
The same thing
over and
over and
over again
over again.
It's monotonous
It's monotonous
but it gives
but it gives
me money
*me money.

I refuse to write you a love story
by myself because
we must write it
**together.

You are the gloria
to my hallelujah.

You are the letters
to my language.

You are the melody
to my song.

You are the blood
to my body which
courses through me
and sustains me.

You are
the ink,
the page,
the poem.

I love you a lot because
you are who I'm *not.

You shut me out
with your words
your actions and
your body language.

You don't appreciate me
or my talents.

You don't want to get to know me.

Worst of all,

You don't care
about me.

Your existence is swirling around me
like a hurricane,
engulfing and swallowing me up.
I must find you.

Why do my eyes
cloud up when I hear
your name?