Nicole wrote this. I'm keeping it for her because she usually throws her stuff away and wants it later, so I figure this way the poem is safeguarded.
I wish you knew how such a beautiful person you are, quirky and sometimes magical
I wondered if you know you have a special way with people,
And that sometimes when you look at me I get goosebumps and butterflies
You’re paralyze me with your moist brown eyes,
the ones that may not be particularly pretty but deep and emotional.
You’re someone I needed, you’re someone I wanted,
How beautiful you are to me, I must love you.
You’re the fabric that keeps me together, when I feel myself falling apart.
I want you to know how extremely funny you are,
The way you can get the most difficult crowd to loosen up
You’re brave and sentimental, and courageous and nice.
And you’re someone I needed, you’re someone I wanted,
How beautiful you are to me, I must love you.
You’re the fabric that keeps me together.
I wondered if you know how you collected my soul, and lift my spirits,
You’re nerving and never pompous,
And that sometimes when you look at me my legs go into jelly and my face is red as a rose
I wish you knew how wonderful your existence is,
How you are a cluster of hope and faith for me,
And you’re someone I needed, you’re someone I wanted
How beautiful you are to me, I must love you.
You’re the fabric that keeps me together.
You have wrapped your arms around me with the most broadened smile I have ever seen.
You have loved me from the very core of my existence.
My flaws shine through my exterior, but you see through my flesh and my inner me.
You are a sunset and a twilight,
The silver moon in a shimmering burst of stars in the sky,
You’re the jelly colored sun in a sunrise,
The magic in the air when two lovers meet,
The miracle in my shadowy being.
You’re everything sincere to me,
You’re someone I need, you’re someone I want,
How beautiful you are to me,
You’re the fabric that keeps me together,
even when i feel myself fall apart.
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Sunday, July 19, 2009
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