Every day I find new things to love,
And there are still perfections yet to find;
I want to see how smiles form on your face,
And listen when you speak your mind.
I want to hear your scratchy morning voice,
And your silly singing while you cook;
I'll collect your laughs and sort them through,
To place within my mental scrapbook.
I want to hear you sing your favourite song,
And spend hours gazing into your eyes;
We'll count constellations within the heavens,
As we rest beneath the starry skies.
I want to see your messiest handwriting,
Watch your hands trace words and splatter ink;
I want to dance with you for no good reason,
Until our breaths are ragged and cheeks are pink.
I want to be by your side forevermore,
Finding new ways to love you every day;
Your perfections in my eyes are limitless,
In your loving palms, my heart will stay.
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I was write.. it is love... it has just gotta be...... N
What a wonderful loving write Suresh, absolutely wonderful.
Suresh?
Oops, it must be my great age SerenWise, I do apologise.
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