you fill me...like wine to a goblet...your heavenly scent helps me sleep at night...lips so lush it ought to be a roses's bud...your presence occupies quantum space...halts....im awed to your grace....your the fuel to my fire...an angel, inspiring this artist to create my own wings and be one with you and only you....if it is thy truth, cupid is armed with arrows....when you touched my life his arsenal must've fallen...i was scared to commit....i was too hurt to have a new lead....but you....you that i shall remain unknown....for names are for preety gals....and it is just....angels have no names.....you, you.....OH!...you....opened my eyes n show me a new vision....two hearts in this subtle isolation....that we call paradise....the way you teach me things is most appealing.....in art....xpressive amounts of paint....when our seperate canvas are put side to side.....it blends....it becomes one.....oh! you....you amazes me with every stroke of your brush, every chipped paint on your nails [that you always make me carve off]....reminds me that....blessing comes to whom it really deserves.....yet you say not to be in love with you.... but define love with both of our names......i appraise thee with a simple journal entry.....that b4 i was empty.....scared heart that you healed n pampers....theres no more you and me anymore my angel....there is only...."we"

P.S. your poem in my blackbook..........very much.....'enticing'....


muwahz xoxo