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How?
I love you so much.
My heart actually feels every
Curve of your body each time
Your eyes simply look into mine.
Each breath you pass along my flesh,
I feel a thousand and one kisses,
A story book written of your lips.
Each word you utter, passes to me
A million thoughts and twice that desires.
I gaze past your eyes and I wonder
I ask God how it is a person
In the world we live in could be so
Lucky? I truly do not
Understand. In what world can a man
Who is more beast than naught
Can come across such beauty, and not only
Be permitted to behold its nature
But be permitted to call it his own.
How is it a man with the face
Of the moon, cold and barren,
Could be graced by the suns
Sweet rays, for with each
Smile, there is nothing less
Which is bestowed upon my skin.
How is it a man with the heart of
Northern waters, frigid and desolate,
Is shown the warmth of a tropic wind,
Even if only for a moment, a passing breeze,
For anyone can note, or those who have
Been truly cold, that even
The slightest of warm breezes, are equal to that
Of a thousand Hurricanes, gusting
Past the soul.
My smile is now complete.
How is it, that such a man as me
Could be presented by God himself,
With such a woman as thee.
I ask you now.
How?
