My Love, My Dear

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His smile makes me melt.
The way his eyes crinkle
The lift of his mouth.
The rosiness to his cheeks
The freckles across his nose.
His smile makes me melt.

His hair is soft to the touch.
Soft like clouds
A silver colour
Showing his worth
His hair is soft to the touch.

His body is like home.
The way our hands intertwine
How our hugs are perfect.
A head taller than me
So I can be encased.
His body is like home.

That's not everything that matters.
He is so much more than his looks.
His brain is the best part.

His writing skills are phenomenal
Better than any author.

He always makes me laugh
Even when I'm wishing death.

His love for me
Is too much.
Sometimes I wonder if it's true,
But I look at him
And I know
This is the man i love.

He loves me too.

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