poemranker ::You by LucidRevelation

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Free verse № 7861

You

Member since 2002 · Posted 7 Aug 2002 · 1 comment

When you cup my face within the strength of your hands the perfection of it all is inevitable. Your delicate fingers caress, and undress everything that I despise the most. My senses are rendered naked, and contentedly helpless. You unveil my thoughts my hopes and my dreams with your unfocused desires and outspoken words. Each time you touch your soft lips to mine you steal all of my heartaches and insecurities and tuck them away neatly as if you had planned this all along. You???ve become my wall creating, invading, all of my personal space You hold me up and you tear me down creating this; a new me a better me. Within your hands you hold all my beauty and hide all my crimes Within your eyes you speak to me in a language only I can understand We are one mind of the same kind. Together we will become everything that we have ever wanted to be. Together we will make each other perfect.

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[8] Owner of the Sky 15-Aug-02/11:02 AM Reply
I am so very happy for you. :D It's about time. You've deserved someone like her for a long time.. and oh yeah. Beautiful poem, as I know it is written from the heart. *hugs*