Thats why... by Miqhael-M. Khesapeake I love you, thats why - TopicsExpress

Thats why... by Miqhael-M. Khesapeake I love you, thats why your face is the most beautiful and perfect oval, I love you, thats why your eyes are the most brilliantly universes of a girl, I love you, thats why your eyelids are most kissable ones on the planet, I love you, thats why your eyelashes are the most marvelous of the butterflies antennae, I love you, thats why your cheeks are the most tweakable ones of the teddy bears, I love you, thats why your lips are the most sweet of the honeys, I love you, thats why your hair is the most beautifully curled, thats why your skin has the perfect colour, thats why your smell is the most adorable, thats why youre the most huggable of the babies, If I werent in love with you, youd have had a flaw in your eyes colour, If I werent in love with you, youd have had a too long nose, one too much turned-up, or one too much hoked, If I werent in love with you, youd have had a regular mouth and lips, and you werent the most kissable and huggable one of the dreams, If I werent in love with you, youd have had a wrong colour of your hair, and not the most tweakable cheeks, your smell was not the mostly perfumed one in the world, your laughter would have been one funny and repulsive, your words would have been some boring ones of course, your walk would have been so regular, your dance, so usual, your smile, so unlikable, your soul, so normal, your interests about me, so hideous, your being, so dubious... Thats why, please, keep loving me, so I can be the most beautiful of the angels, so I can spread my wings and cover you, so I can come and live inside you, where your heart is singing to me too... She loves me, that’s why I’m to her the lover, that’s why I am to her the babe, that’s why I am to her sister, brother, son, grandson, daughter, father, mom and even god… especially her god, the god of love, her butterfly when I smile, when I gaze, her dove - because she delights in kissing me… Ok, don’t ask me, don’t ask who, where or pour que, she’s the olfe... 30.01.2014