I sit back wonder the definition of love. I somehow feel that it's so special to imagine. The things you do can't be fathomed. Holding her hand and walking down the street gave me such pride. Making her feel special all the time, and every where I go. I look forward to moments with her to see her smile and her face glow. The stars in the sky don't glitter like her eyes. The dimple on her left side is my guide to tell me her happiness that gleams. I know her desires and feed her dreams. I smell her skin and perfume and breathe. She my drug and I don't regret, yes I am addicted not to her body I am. My addiction is to her soul, I have her to hold. This feeling of being connected can't be explained. She felt it too soon to have her lips hold my name. She took some time to think of the things that I could do. She makes me feel wanted. And yet I never have said the three words I wanted to. She has my heart to hold and yet I seek hers too. It always will belong to me as long as we say it's you. The choices we made were wrong and the conversations we did too. Now we look back and wonder was it worth the pain that grew. She hair feels like cotton and her body keeps me warm. I will breathe my last the day I see her harmed. She doesn't know what I my heart speaks yet knew me so well. She doesn't know the stories my heart longs to tell. She is precious and will always be. Forever is never enough for our eternity.
Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks
