The object of my affection,
Love is his name.
For the very definition,
Makes up his frame.
His succulent lips,
Mysterious eyes,
Chocolate complex,
And prodigious size.
Like Im beauty itself,
Is how he speaks.
And causes the red flush,
At the tops of my cheeks.
The sound of his voice,
Brightens my face.
And my feelings for him,
Will never erase.
He possesses my heart,
I hold his the same,
Hes the essence of who I am,
And love is his name.
Submitted: November 25th, 2002
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