Compliment her, but don't just call her sexy or hot, compliment her in ways the others have not. Compliment her soul say it's her that truly makes you whole. Tell her that her eyes shine brighter than the stars and that they're prettier than venus and mars.
Say her smile is the best by a mile. But also know her smile isn't just the best thing about her but it's the way her eyes glow when she does. That and that alone is enough to make you fall in love all over again.
Then, tell her every curl in her hair is absolute perfection each beautifully rich by her own affection. tell her she's funny, kind and smart, because she's truly and whole work of art.
However, you much start by knowing a woman is not made of braille you do not need to feel her skin to understand what's within.
Your favourite thing about loving her shouldn't be loving her, but her loving you, how with each work i hear her say my head goes deeper into a blur.
I love how she she's my flaws and imperfections how she cherishes them as if part of a perfection collection... something for only her and me to see for as long as we shall be.
I love how she walks, the way she talks even when she breathes I want to be all she'll ever need.
I know it seemed I wrote this for you however I am but a simple person who may be fueled by greed, she is mine but let the best man succeed...
Wait..no. Wait I take that back. She is not some object to fight over for we aren't four anymore and she is not a toy, she does not live for our delight and if you truly feel that way this won't be much of a fight.
She is the type of girl they write love songs about. She's my brown eyed girl, the one to throw my heart for a whirl. She's my Roxanne, rocking my world every time she can. My sweet rosemary with her magical spell that works so well.. Into my heart, her and I cannot be apart. My pretty delilah and the lengths I would go to make her mine. She is my peach that I would cross mushroom forests and fight donkey kong to reach.
My Arabella the absolute astonishing perfection that she is, Vienna my dream destination can't you hear my desperation!... she's my michael, my pretty and sweet monster from hell that will make your life less than swell.
She is mine. She is in the songs I sing. she is in the air I breathe. She is in the oceans, rivers, and streams and that may not be what she seems but to me that's all I see.
so when it comes to her and me I don't understand what you see, you came to me asking how to love her, but I can't help but say you cannot go above her..if you want to love my lover...compliment her.
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How to love her.
PoesíaI wrote this for my drama class and so far its my favourite piece yet.