There was a time I thought I could live on my own. But then I met the girl who has changed my opinion. She is the most wonderful girl for me, she has changed my life completely. I am not the same anymore, everybody can see. I am the happiest man in the world, because I had the luck to find my dream girl. With her I want to spend the rest of my life, I am sure. My feelings for her are true, honest, deep and pure. She has awakened my deepest inside, for her I would do anything, someday I want to have her as my bride. I promised that I will never leave her, and I will hold my word, I swear. She is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. With her wonderful chocolate-brown eyes, that cute nose, those wonderful sweet lips and that perfect body- she is like a masterpiece of finest art, but never comparable to anything else, she is my number one, always topping my chart. I want to be with her all the time, I want to feel her heartbeat, I want to touch her, kiss her, hear her breath, I want to know that she is very close to me, forever with me, always mine, I want to be hers until my death. But my love for her will never end, even death can't do that, no distance can hold me away from her, she is the only one who with my life I will spend. I dedicate this poem to her, to the love of my life: "I will love you forever, as long as I live. My love for you is the strongest feeling in me. My love for you is pure, honest, true and deep, nothing can stop it, nothing at all. Whatever happens my Darling, please never forget, no distance can divide us, no time is holding us apart. Someday we will be together, not only for some weeks or days, someday I will live together with you, I will live with my family. You are the only one I will ever call my family, because you are everything for me in one person. You are my very best friend, you are my life, you are my love... You are my life
It wasn't love at first sight, I'am curious. Is your smile really that intriguing? Your eyes as blue as deep ocean, do they have secrets? Do you see the world in a different way? Your voice, it was a perfect blend of calmness and melody; it shook me awake. The butterflies I felt was enough verification that the feeling I have now will soon turn into something serious, something deeper and something tragic. I must admit, I hesitated. I wasn't sure if was worth the pain, but I'm yours now. Call me crazy if you want, but even the scars that's going to burn me, I want to own them. It will be a bumpy and wild ride, but at the end of the day, you complete me. That's more than enough reason to love you even more.
I love you. I think no one has understood me as a person beside you. You are the person who makes me think of rainbows and butterflies when all I can think of most of the time is what happens when my body dies. Death for me has always been a curious thing but lately death for me has been an intrusive thought that I couldn't seem to stop to the point where I feel like I'm going mad or insane. It is only when I think of you that I think of life.
I love you. And what I really mean by that is that you are my healing. And maybe somewhere along the way, I'll blame you for not being the person I imagined you to be, but I promise that I won't change you because I love you just the way you are. And you are terrifying and strange and lovely. Something that requires time to fall in love with. Something that requires more appreciation than possession.
I love you. And I thank you for making me love you. And I thank you for making me horny. You make me feel like I'm not clinically depressed. You give me so much hope. You give me so much love. My brain is safe inside your warm heart. And it is only when you tell me that you love me that I know that I am.
I love you therefore I exist.
I love you Akanksha ❤ You're my everything!! And I'm not saying this being hopelessly romantic. I'm serious!!! I love you!!!!!!!!!!!!! And one day I'll make our every dream true!!!! You just stay by my side!!!!
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Poetry"We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations. My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellation...
