“To me, you are perfect”....
What she considers imperfect
To me, they are treasures
They let me know she is real
They let me know what lies within
Making me decide
My love, I’ll pledge to her
Just Words Until
My feelings I said to her
Where should I begin
I no longer suppress
These things I’ve longed for years to express
The way she gets
This organ to pulsate in my chest
Let’s me know they’ll never be another
Who can equate ....
So why would I ever want someone else
She dusted off this worn out organ
Taking it from the top shelf
Who would’ve thought
She’d make me far better than my former self
Tomorrow is not promised
So today I pray for God
To slow the hands of time
Cause I know the full worth
Of this beauty in these hands of mine
Her powerful, gentle heart
Lit up by her gorgeous smile
Leaves me powerless to, yet able to endure
Her wonderful soul
I see through emeralds so pure
Vaulting us to a never experienced rapture
With us looking down to see cloud nine
I turn to see this beauty as she stands before me
Heart melting as I'm completely enthralled
By this sweet, sweet angel of mine
¥☼MOI☼¥ 28 Jan 18
Where Should I Begin
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