He is my poetry....

He is my poetry...
Exhale, take a moment to breathe,
thats what i say, as I try to conceive,
the thoughts that race to and fro,
yet in the end I know,
Truly,
He is my poetry,
He walks upon the sunlit sky,
Keeping my heart,
On a natural high,
Breath taking by sudden glances,
As he trances me,
With his brilliant beauty,
He is the wind,
That wisps through the air,
As I smile upon,
Days of him near,
His strength could carry,
A thousand pounds,
His stamina fights,
A million rounds,
The fragrant smell,
Of his skin,
Raises all sexual innuendos,
From within,
My deepest fantasies,
Enlightened when,
He captivates my mind,
And enters within,
He is my poetry,
His march is a million,
Plus one,
His work is never done,
But yet he smiles,
As he is carried away,
Taken on each and every day,
He is the one that believes in me,
He is my poetry,
Mentally, physically,emotionally,
Stable,
Some thing told,
In a fairytale fable,
I don't try to change,
The way he love's me,
Because my heart says,
He is my poetry.
If the Lord should,
ever say its my time,
and I have written,
my very last line,
For eternity,
I know,
He is my poetry...

Wednesday May 28,2008