How I Love Your Poetry

I Love:

The way your lovely smile
always leads me to my own.
Those things inside your eyes
that tell me I wont be alone.
The way you say things then just stare,
judging my reaction.
The way you need only to love,
and be loved, for satisfaction.
The way your Heart beats pressed to mine,
beating in time, just like a rhyme.
The way you fit so perfectly
right here in my embrace.
The way your thoughts sing out to me
when I look into your face.
The way you stay so close to me
when we sleep at night.
The way you fart and snore in sleep,
I shouldn't love that, but I might!
the way you wake up all crazy,
a total fucking mess.
Your messed up hair and no make up.
It's beautiful, I must confess.
How you bitch about everything,
You're fucking sexy when you're pissed.
How you feel bad for getting mad
and compensate with the BEST kiss.
The way you giggle when I trace
my poetry across your skin.
The way you get so happy when
we wrestle and I let you win.
The way I catch you staring
as much as you catch me.
The way you look away all fast,
then look back at me and start laughing.

It's amazing how our Hearts
and Souls collide so perfectly.
Like waves pushing then pulling back.
Like dancers, precise and in sync.
Oh, how I love this obsession
over all these little things.
How I love the cluttered mess
that is your Love, your Poetry.