My love...

My Love



My love is much shorter than me

standing only about five foot three.

My love has captivating brown eyes

that turn red when she cries.

My love has a sweet, soft, caring voice

the love she gives me is free by choice.

My love has smooth, soft skin to the touch

the kind I crave, irrestistibly much.



My love is mine whether wrong or right

she is my sun, my dusk, and my moonlight.

My love is compassionate, considerate, and kind

she is unsatiable, irresistible, quite a find.

My love makes me crave the next day

when I see her, I beg silently for her to stay.

My love shares her thoughts, her dreams, her fears

one minute she’s happy, the next she’s filled with tears.



In my life, so many dreams, expectations, shattered

I’m thankful for her love, humbled, flattered.

The girl I love is beautiful so much she drives me insane

beautiful I tell you, like a rainbow after it rains.

My childhood faith bloomed my infatuation for love

I feel like she’s a blessing, an angel sent to me from above.

The love I have for her is genuine and sincere

the kind of love that is convincing and clear.



My love inspires me whether in thought or in plain sight

making this all too easy, to profess, to write… My love.