She is the perfect picture
She fills all the pixels
Of any camera.
Her perfect peachy skin,
And bright raspberry smiles,
makes me completely wild.
O I love to nibble
-My lips pulling her cheeks—
On my darling sweet, sweet;
Her hearts is Athena’s;
But face is Diana’s.
All of my dreams; they are
built around her being.
And my only nightmare,
Is her not being near...
not being near to me.
You see, I love - love her!
Her freckles, I see them
As miniature hearts
that come from her big heart...
Profuse in love, for me.
In resemblance to her;
I’m yet to look upon,
One more as beautiful
In shadow as in form
That perfection follows.
Sweet lilacs follow her,
They wrap her in petals
giving over sweetness,
A blissful aroma
found only in flowers.
The humblest colors of
The heavens and on earth
Meet as one, in her eyes;
The passionate green,
The liveliness of love.
O how I do love her.
I love her the way she
loves me, and she love me
With perfect love, the love
Of the faithful lover.
Copyright 2010 © Leslie Alexis
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