Reasons Why, I love youA Poem by ashweejuneReasons
I love you the way you feel like home..your laugh..
your way of knowing when something is wrong.. your smile.. your presence... the
way you look at me when I'm being silly... your voice and how you sing to me in
the car when no music is playing....your lips and how gentle you are... you
protect me...you keep the monsters from getting inside my head...your devilish
grin...your compassion... you are my inspiration..you never give up on me...
you're the most wonderful person I have ever met...you respect my needs...the
way you speak about video games is completely adorable... the way you make me
miss you without saying a word at all... you bring completelness to my
life..your parents and how sweet they are..you taught me what "true"
love was and how it felt...waking up next to you and being able to snuggle up
against you and fit perfectly..your eyes, how they make me dive in for
more...you appreciate the small things...you take care of me when I'm
sick...you treat me like a baby....you always smell amazng..even if I'm 100s of
miles away, you can still make my heart race...you're my best friend...your way
of making me feel better when I'm down...you remember important events...you
laugh at my stupid jokes...the way you light up when I walk up your stairs as
if you haven't seen me in five years...you give me confidence...I can tell you
anything and everything...you fight for what you want... how I know my future
is with you...the way you kiss me with your hand on my hand..your way of
knowing everything about me without having to say a word.....but most of
all,..............I love you for the person you were, the person you are, and
the person you are becoming. You are my world, you are my life, there is
nothing in this world I want or cherish more than y-o-u. Being with you is the best decision I have
ever made. © 2011 ashweejune |
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Added on October 1, 2011 Last Updated on October 1, 2011 AuthorashweejuneUnder the StairsAboutThe smell of the rain makes me smile. I am my own worst critic. I believe in self-respect. My family means the world to me. Poetry heals my heart, love is my therapy, and my body is drug-free. more..Writing
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