“Love looks
not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted
blind.”
― William
Shakespeare
What do you SEE when you look me? I see LOVE, HONESTY and GREATNESS! I see my king! Do you see
your queen? Do you see life in me?
Did I TASTE as good as you because I
tasted the rainbow, skittles! Did you taste the rainbow too?
What do you HEAR when I read my love poetry at you?
When holding me close enough,
I hear your
heart beating the same drums my heart beats?
Do you hear it too? Does it make
your body dance like never before as I express my spoken words, my spoken truth, and
my spoken love to you?
Why does the SMELL of you forever stays with me on my skin? So strong it’s became my own personal
scent. Cocoa butter, you're my personal dark chocolate and I don’t mind at all because
for the first time in forever...
I am actually happily in love!
Thanks
Theresa
x
