I’m in awe of you
The way you love
The way you make love
The way you write
The way you play your guitar
…and your bass
The way you know everything and anything to do with history
The way you seem to know everything about anything
The way you express yourself, forthright and true
The way you love your family
You are unlike any man I have ever known
You honor me everyday by being my friend
Thankyou for loving me
You are the beauty to my beast
I was spinning in circles
One on top of the other, and so forth
A masterpiece, my sort-of-collage
People only seeing what they wanted
An optical delusion, my mirage
All those lies, in careful disguise
It was a picture of me, in that mask…
Do you remember the one my love?
You saw right through it
And knew what to do
You stopped me
And gave me your heart
I love you Beast❤️
I’m here to hold you,
To catch when you fall.
To wipe away tears,
An ear for your call.
I’m here as your friend,
No matter what’s wrong.
I’m here as your daddy,
With a heart oh so strong.
I’m here to hold you,
And I always will be.
To give love and support,
To offer relief.
I listen to the breeze whisper a curse.
The blackest of night’s shrouds covered it’s verse.
Insipid the words that worked their way in.
Dragging me down o’er dark vales of sin.
Oh how I needed a friend tonight.
A friend to guide me to the light.
And there you were my friend indeed.
There you were to bind wounds that bleed.
Shining as my beacon calling me back.
Your beauty, your love, made pain retract.
Thankyou my love I owe you my heart.
My light, my saviour, when all seemed too hard.
There are no words…
For what I want to give to you,
What I need to give to you
(Or for what I want and need from you)
There is just emotion
My fast beating heart
My frozen lungs
My tummy full of butterflies
My goosebump covered flesh
My sex’s arousal
My body’s desire for you
I am a slave to my passion
And my passion is YOU
I’m not a poet
I can’t write the mushy stuff you love the best
I can’t write words to tell you how much I love you
I can’t! I try…but I can’t 😦
The only way I can show you is physically
By touching you…holding you
That is how I can show you how much I love you
How much you mean to mean
My actions will speak louder than any words would ever be able to
I wonder have our paths crossed before, did we meet in a previous life?
Were you perhaps my lover, in another time my wife?
Everything seems so right, like I truly know your soul.
That our friendship and love is not new, but very very old.
I think that our relationship is aged like wine, it has a wonderful vintage.
I’m sure that we have met before, and we we’re drawn by our shared heritage.