I Promised You This
I love the way her quiet hands always seem
to rouse a feeling of intensity deep inside.
How strong the sensation can be when against my body.
I love the how heartening they are
when I feel so misplaced.
And how infantile they feel even though calloused
Greatly through her trying life.
I love the way her eyes gaze at me.
The way they bypass sheepish smiles and timid looks
And see what I really wish for her to see.
I love how a single look ignites a feeling in me that boils
my soul and melts away the layers
like chocolate in the sun.
I love the way her fair lips sneak across her teeth.
The way they coil in to this ideal smile
that always seems to cause the same outcome in me.
I love when she just barely tastes them while she’s thinking and
how they burn when she tenderly places them on my remains.
I admire how they can say so much with out moving
and with a simple flick can entice so much commotion at once.
I love it when I hear thump-thump
and how it propels her passion for this existence.
I love how no one person gets the same version of her,
and how it always makes every day unique.
I can even love the childish way it makes her mature
which always appears to make her cry.
I love the way I don’t feel good enough for her some times,
but she always tells me Im perfect.
I love how she makes me cry cause it never bittersweet
and always ends in a smile.
I love how angry she makes me and how she just blows it off
in a joke that we both laugh at later.
In the end I promised you this.
Its not done its not perfect but its for you.
Its my heart. Its everything I love about you,
Its my promise to always fall in love with you every day
And love you always.
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