Poem Two

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You are the reason why I'm happy all the time.
You are the reason for all my beautiful poems,
Poems that fill my pages with rhymes.
The beautiful thing my heart roams.
You are the saviour of my hearts desire,
The smile that forms on my lips.
You have caused the intense fire,
That makes me decline the sip.
Loving you was terrifically dangerous,
But even so I'd do it all over again.
You are the fire burning kiss,
The amazing feeling times ten.
When your hot breath washes over my face,
It sends shivers throughout my body.
Around my room I pace,
Examining that drive in your Audi.
I crave the way your voice sounds,
Telling me all your hopes and dreams.
Your love for me has no bounds,
Showing me the way your heart beams.
I think about the way you gorgeously smile,
Wanting to see your eyes crinkle greedily.
You are the person on my speed dial,
Who I call when I think about you repeatedly.
Holding your hand is like fitting a puzzle,
Placing it gently like solving the missing piece.
Your neck makes the perfect place to nuzzle,
As I place a hand on your sweater fleece.
I love the addicting feel of my stomach fluttering,
And the beat of my heart when it accelerates. 
When we cuddle and your voice softly muttering,
I often wonder how you passed my gates.
I let you in with all that I was,
And you seen the me I thought didn't exist.
You seen in my eyes what the glint does,
You were the light in my mist.
It's easy to mistake love for lust,
And to fall into a love so shallow.
But with you i gave all my trust,
Singing you a sweet mellow.
You were there in the midst of my chaos,
Showing me the undeniably beautiful light.
You leave all my words at a loss,
Making you worth the fight.
The freckles on the bridge of your nose,
Are dotted like a dozen constellations,
Scattered above the night sky when darkness rose,
Like the answer to complicated illations.
Enough words cannot explain the fire,
One you set in my heart the day you smiled at me,
For I now know that strong desire,
The one where weakness overtakes my knees.

—Lucid Love//Shanielle Fiddler
Nov 25, 2018

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