What you mean to me

January 19, 2010
Love enveloped in romance and smiles,
defining that what we have is worthwhile.

Memories encaged in my heart, a collection,
of a masterpiece, who is everything, pure perfection.

Inside, a feeling from which I cannot abstain,
expressing love that will thicken and remain.

Your life, your presence, in which i concede,
left lonesome will my fragmented heart bleed.

Your eyes, your pultritudinous gaze,
the luminescence, brown kindled flames ablaze.

My heart, unrest, a symphonic sensation,
that harvests all my souls adoration.

And for all those good times we store,
I could never ask for anything more.

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