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when i speak of you, the moon get jealous

    when i write poetry, you're there in every line
 
 when i think, all i see is your chocolate eyes

when i bleed, your name loves in every drop

so why would I still feel this way
   you may ask why i would remain a fool

if you heard her voice you'd understand
    if you saw her smile you'd be glad
 to witness such delight
    to hear such design
 
how she carries her self across space
    how her existence demands to be laced
  with nothing short of praise and admiration
with ever present Love and satisfaction
   whether it be spoken to be said
  or written carefully in your head

each piece she holds demands a better end
  to be matched, to be given, and always to send
    into peaks of ecstasy, whether it be while in bed
   or holding each other without an end

-this is why i remain for you, and only you