Though a day hasn’t past where we have never spoke, well not since the first time, that isn’t a joke.
Every time I get to log on and my mail box is red, the first name to come to me is you in my head.
I know that is hasn’t been long, but I think feelings are strong.
Maybe you could say I am smitten to bits, a crush, or whatever word, you best see fits.
I know if I was ill you’d make me chicken soup, tuck me in tight, making sure I am alright.
You never fail to make me smile, whatever the day, and weather outside.
It’s a bit like waking up on a morning new, looking outside at the glistening dew.
Whether it is sunny or raining, I never felt bad as there is always that twinkle you have, making sure I never feel sad.
Like an angle sent down from the heavens above, you’re full of kindness, warmth and love.
Even though you might be a tease, you never struggle to please.
You beauty is know by all that are here, men, women, far and near.
I really know I can’t get enough, I wish to kiss and hold you and all other stuff.
I am sure your lips are like the softest silk, tasting of cherries; I think you’re my ilk.
If you wanted to give me a tour down south, you wouldn’t have to ask twice, I assure you of that.
And if you were to say there was nothing to see outside, we could spend all our time tucked up tight inside.
I know I can be forward, a bit direct, asking questions you would like to forget.
If you asked me to sail the seven seas, I would start with the Atlantic and sail it with ease.
Not a distance too far, close or in-between, should stop us from meeting, for it has been seen.
When you’re sat inside with your book and your drink, I hope that it is me that you always do think.
Now that you know my feeling inside, I am your open book, and will await your reply.
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