every
time i’m writing rhymes i’m thinking about you
the
sky and earth witnessed your birth and knew that it was true
that
paradise had finally come unto this earthen sod
and
when we met your beauty left me in a state of awe
and
so i paint the canvas of the paper with my pen
with
portraits of your beauty in the hopes that i may win
the
moment of the miracle of your lips pressed to mine
a
moment that’s so lyrical it equals the divine
for
there is none more beautiful than you and you alone
your
image stays within my heart and dances on my phone
till
every breath which i have left now sighs within the thought
of
all the beauty you possess and is so aptly sought
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