though his eyes be only brown,

they're the prettiest I've ever seen.

his voice a little too soft,

still the best of all you could dream.

but his confidence deemed low;

it's sad because he'll never know

how he tears my heart at its seams.

Ocean deep eyes

Pulling the tides of my soul

Towards a magnetic embrace.

The yin to my yang,

She loves me with

Warm hands kindled by

A burning heart,

Each touch inspiring

Sparks of poetic desire.

Each kiss,

Requires angelic choirs.

She smells like

The Cascadian dawn.

A sauna of

Mystical flowers,

She empowers

My highest vibration.

Channeling waves of

Pure elation

Through divinely

curved manifestation.

Her breeze dances through

My grasping branches.

Cradling my advances,

In a templ of

Feminine enchantment.

he's so strong

he can pick me up and spin me around and hold me and he is simply safety when I am wrapped up in him

his hands are the same size as mine which we laugh about but truth is it's really nice because when his hand grasps mine they fit perfectly together

his hair is a mess of gold that I love to run my fingers through

his eyes are blue unless they're green and his lips are softer than mine

his voice is soft and sweet and tired

he knows how to make me smile and laugh and breathe when no breath will come

he knows he will have me forever

because I could never live without him

this is probably dumb and cheesy but I can't say it any other way