She is the best i ever had,
she brings the smile when the lies saddness in me,
she wipes my tears vignurously,
as i admit she stormsmy heart,
she becomes the fantasy to my destiny,
she becomes the suasion to my goals,
they mutilate my heart,
but she acts in mutiny to their minds,
my words are full of howler,
but her understanding is filled with power,
those orcular eyes of her,
connected with my optimum heart,
yes loving her sight every second,
to me is like walking in a snow white enough to glide my eyes,
i do not have to own the world,
and i do not have to dominated any wealth to have he,
but i have to love by the heart to own her,
my vacuity being vehemently dominated
by the good memories we shared,
my zeal comes from her love,
my smile comes from her eyes,
my life comes from his existence to me,
oh! Yes! I Love Her
man in general don't show their emotions, especially when it comes to telling your women what she means to you....maybe from your poem that thing will stop...great piece boy!
amazing....you have captured your love on parchment....nice write....blessings
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this time despite beat and rhyme, thoughts and spirits...........truthfulness preoccupied the entire poem................. kudos to: your zeal comes from her love, your smile comes from her eyes, your life comes from her existence to you, oh! Yes! you Love Her