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My Appreciation

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Candle light by moonlight sets the tone of a Hollywood evening.

Violin strings sing all the songs of my softer side, I

Appreciate the dedication you've put into your presentation

Your, attention to detail completely derailed my train of thought

And I, have enough sense to know

The present you've presented with your presence is well worth the cost.

 

The good Lord truly blessed me when he made you.

And I'm forever thankful because

Well, every artist needs his muse...

 

It absolutely amazes me how you

Somehow ignite my passion and yet, diffuse my stress.

And heaven knows I'm far from a fashion expert

But it's something about how you

Rock those heels and, strut in that dress.

 

Miss Superwoman, doing the impossible

By being impossibly respectably sultry and sexy so,

Effortlessly how you cause an internal conflict in me

Between the gentleman, and the dog in me

 

And I, didn't think it be possible

But I'm actually beside myself.

Picking up my jaw!

Admiring all your flaws!

Because a true artist knows that it's the imperfections,

That defines the beauty of the human form

 

And, I know I know, you get teased about your lips

And your hips,

Allow to me to be the first to say

And excuse my language but

Girl... I absolutely love that !

And yes, your eyes are a bit big but,

Girl... I love that !

 

And I could spend the rest of this poem

Going on and on

About how I'd weather a category five storm

Just to preserve the last bit of hope for our love but,

 

Our thoughts are in fine tune

Sand dunes to anyone except you,

Forever changing rearranging at random except to you.

Organized chaos, our peers don't always understand us because,

We speak a language, WE, separately made up...

And what a blessing it was to finally meet someone who understands me...

 

Let me break this down for y'all.

 

I speak to her in metaphors

And she responds back to me in similes,

As our wordplay intertwines in foreplay

Our intellects make love so passionately.

 

Young lady,

You are my, Mona Lisa

You are my philosopher

You're my therapist

My, teacher

My, friend

My,

Whatever title you're entitled to

Most importantly I want you to know, that

I, appreciate, you.
 

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