I often think...

I often think of kissing you.

Slowly siping sweet sentiment 

From you I await but a cue 

To fulfill my heart's contentment

Is there a more noble pursuit?

More worthy a goal to reach?

Than to pluck the forbidden fruit 

Even if I must lose my speech 

I often think of holding you 

Lovingly on a warm embrace 

Oh my dear, If only you knew

How glad I am to hold your grace 

If I only had but one wish, 

I would wish for many wishes, 

Then to be in kisses rich

And hold you as if with stitches.

Someone's Eyes

To lose oneself in someone's eyes

when the abyss is gazing back,

can't help to think if it is wise,  

to stare with flare shrouded in black

I must confess shortness of breath.

Your gaze might bring about my death.

When lost at sea, what can I do?

But think of you, drowning in blue.

Since first I saw you

Dear -------,
I wrote this poem just for you
In hopes that my words will ring true
For words are the means to meaning.
Please enjoy what you are reading.
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Since first I saw you, I knew
Of your type there are but few
Your beauty unmatched by any
Your virtues there are too many 

Must I write about your hair
Your Golden lucks, more than fair
Perhaps about your clear blue eyes
In them something that paralyze. 

I would not dear to miss
To write about your kiss
So soft I nearly don't feel
How it brings all of me to kneel 

For all my faults of which they're many
They are not worth but a penny
If compared with my affection
For to me you are perfection