He's Beautiful
He's Beautiful.From his sweet smelling cologne
To his compassionate voice
He's Beautiful.
I've never been so addicted to something.
He's like a narcotic drug and I don't want an intervention.
Words can't express the feelings produced by;
his hands, his smile, his mind, his style.
I've never wanted to be close to someone so badly.
I'm so speechless, I can't even find the words for this poem.
I haven't even known him that long,
but he has taken over my mind.
I think about him all day, and dream about him all night.
I go insane just keeping from trying to go crazy.
There are so many guys who wants or trys to be with me,
but he's the only one I truely see.
Just the very mention of his name gives me chills,
and my very insides smile.
It's like he's the guy I've been waiting on my whole life,
I just didn't know it.
I don't even have a type,
But I gotta say...He's myType.
He's special,
I wonder if he knows it.
I just wanna make him happy and see him smile.
I believe his smile can light up the whole room,
Well...at least mine.
I wanna take care of him,
and make him feel like the man he really is.
To talk to him and ask him about his day.
To massage him after a hard day's work,
and take away any stress he may have.
To really listen and be his perfect complement.
This is what he does to me.
He's Beautiful.
-DANi89Rose-
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