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11/8/11

I told her

Everyday that I see you it's like the first time I saw you.. It takes me a minute to realize how much time we have spent together. Every day is like 50 first dates. Every day that I wake up next to you I feel like I don't deserve to see you in such a natural state, like I'm watching a celebrity in their own home, and they have no idea. Everytime you say you love me I have to tell myself that I am worthy of such a thing, and wish that I could know for a fact whether we will stay together or not. Every time we touch it’s another chapter in my life that I feel is being written by God, and I want to cherish every word as if it would fly away when I release your grip. Every time you leave for work a part of me goes with you. Every kiss that I receive is like a birthday present. Every gaze is Christmas. Everytime we make love it’s like being able to stay home from church on a cold Sunday in a warm bed... naughty, but oh so nice... Every smile that I make come from your perfect lips are points that I score in a Lakers playoff game, Kobe. Every Laugh, giggle, chuckle or wide grin is like an atm that spits 20's at random... Your smell is the yellow brick road, your figure is the wonder and glory of emerald city... Your face a visage of God on earth in disguise as a mischievous pixie with wings and a tutu, your facial expressions are the pixie dust that could make elephants float or ships soar. Your bottom is the top of Pandora’s box, gesturing for me to find out what mystery is hidden.. Your bosom are fuk-mi and fuk-yuu, identical, perky and fun.. your hair is the color of the wind in a Disney tale, and a calling card of long flowing beautiful memories... the color of your hair and eyes, deep and vast... if I look into the iris I can see the god Osiris holding a staff and smiling back at me... magical and overwhelming... your freckles and nose and ears all work together to keep my eyes captivated and intrigued by the harmless, childlike visage... but then you speak, and the intrigue peaks even higher, my ears record the melodies over and over like a trance song dancing in my brain until slowly but surely.. I smile right back in a daze.. amazed at your being... your wings are hidden very well, but I can still see your halo when you frown... so beautiful... so beautiful...

Love is

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