Saturday, July 24, 2010

another attempt at love poem,dang

The way her face yanks up a smile when she sees me
I see her and I smile, seeing her brings me her smell
A fragrant that is only her.
We have our sweet and sour moments and days
The reason I continue to breathe is because of her
My love elixir, me next to you is the perfect picture
My lady of my life
Your name is on the tip of my tongue.
Sugar and salt don’t blend
But you and I make it work.

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