I love you,
I think.
You are grand.
There is no one
Like you
In the entire land.
Here is my hand.
The is none any word
In the whole world
To say how I love you,
I think.
I love your hair,
And each of your ear,
And your head, And your neck.
Sometimes, I read your mind
Because I'm not blind.
I like your chin
And your skin.
You have a face
That always amaze.
I love your eyes
And your mouth.
You have the lips
That is lovely to kiss.
Also I like your shoulders.
They are strong and give orders.
I love your both hands
From the beginning to the ends.
I like that you stand strong
Without any wrong.
I love your chest,
And your kindly heart.
It's hard
To say what I love the best.
I love you when you are nice
And when you are wise,
And beater,
And sugar sweeter.
I know when you listen
And when you're 'twist-en.'
I love you here
And there,
And everywhere.
It sounds weird, But I feel married
Even when you are not here.
In the whole world
Nobody is like you,
Young and old,
Let me hold your hand
To the end.
Tomshinsky, Ida (2007)
Thursday, February 14, 2019
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