wonder whether the now seemingly
countless years before I met your
smile were truly as bright as they
seemed now that I am used to the
blinding light of your soul.
Times like these have me thinking;
about all the times I felt satisfied and
content... Now that I know the satisfaction
your touch holds, and the contentment the
scent of your skin provides...
Times like these when I stare at you for hours;
marvelling at the perfect balance of beauty and
masculinity held in your curves; I cant help but
doubt all the things I have praised as beautiful...
Times like these my love, make me remember
every tear I have shed, all the nights I tossed and
turned, and the days I have spent convincing myself
someone or something like you...just did not exist...
These times make me sad... to think that I have
spent so many years deprived of the chance to love you
They make me ecstatic that now I have you... to love..
To stare at during times like these...
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