Poétiques

Loved

I love you with all my heart,

You were a form of art,

That regenerates beauty,

You coruscate lovely.

I love it when I cafuné,

Tenderly caressing you,

I thought you were immune,

As you close your eyes, I flew.

I love it when you smile,

You look at me, I die,

I was head over heels,

Effortlessly give me chills.

I love it when you talk,

The same time as you walk,

The rhythm it makes,

So gracefully, I mock.

I love it when you care,

You never forget things unlike me,

You always do the fair and share,

Childish yet equally thee.

I fell in love with your imperfections and flaws,

You are real, happy and likable because,

That's how I adore you, my dearie,

I love you a hundred times so dearly.