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A poem for the man I love

Updated on December 24, 2011

A poem for the man I love

 

I open my eyes

and before I can focus

I hear the gentle whirring of the fan...

Slowly I turn my head                     

and I find you there

laying next to me.

I look at you as if you are a surprise

left on my pillow

by God or some heavenly deliverer.

I comb over your body with my eyes;

not wanting to touch you yet;

Not wanting to stir you from your restful slumber.

Gently, I place my hand upon your shoulder

and smooth my way down to your bottom.

Muscles rippling and relaxed.

You awaken and the first action you take

is to hold me in your arms

and kiss me.

You love me.

My heart beats differently when you are around.

I can't explain what I am feeling.


I just know that when you are with me

I feel as if no worries exist...

I can do anything, tell you anything

and you will still be there for me.

Each time I see you

I want to be in your arms

kiss your lips

and get as close to you as possible.

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      ed77burns 6 years ago

      Very nice poem.Really touching!

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      Laura Cole 6 years ago from Michigan

      Thank you ed77!

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