Not So Secret Admirer

Can’t help but smile when I think of your handsome face.

I blush every time you come near as if I were a young girl in love for the first time again.

The distinct sound of your voice echoes in my mind, I think of you constantly, all the time.

It’s something about the way you walk, with confidence and pride, knowing that you’re the one who has chosen me to be at your side.

It’s something about the way you hold your head up high, all the men in the world could never replace what it is I’ve been blessed to find in you.

Not only are you my laughter and my sunshine, but my every dream come true.

From your perfectly sculpted lips, to your well groomed finger tips, to the soles of your so soft to touch feet, every molecule of your being was perfectly created just for me.

Looking at you in the mirror as you prepare to start your day and again as you lay to rest for the night, I admire you and realize how lucky I am to be your wife.

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M Woodson-Ursery 5 years ago Author

In a nutshell simple and sweet. Thank you.

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Darknlovely3436 5 years ago from NewYork

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Darknlovely3436 5 years ago from NewYork

Speculating as you read. the trick about interpreting poetry is that most poems have different level of meaning... base leve attention.

mid level attention. and high level attention.

here you told us a story of love, marriage, and i guess

the baby carriage....

thank you for sharing with us and welcome to Hubpage

one love annie

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