His Spills His Heart Out

Dear,
my golden girl.

You light up my life with your smiles and golden curls.

You bring joy to my heart, when you whisper "i love you."

The scent of your hair,
your special shampoo.

I love it when you laugh,
I hate it when you cry,

how can I say, "I'll be dead if you die?"

You are my sweetheart,
the sun and the moon,

you kiss away my sorrow,
and wipe away my gloom.

You are the dove,
I am your destiny,
your below and above.

Your spring time dresses,
keep me on the edge of my seat,
your touch,
keeps my heart so abeat.

When your painting your nails,
and look into my eyes,
my soul is awake,
and everything else dies.

I want to hold you,
even deep into my grave,
you are my master, dear,
and I'm your slave.

I love how your spell,
disguises your distress,
you pull everything together,
regardless.

When the wind moves your hair,
such a feeling I get,
when you touch my hand,
and your touch makes me sweat.

How you care about me,
though foolish things I sometimes do,
I cannot tell how much,
a kiss is overdue.

So now with that I have said,
I wanted you to have this ring,
you are my queen and I'm your king.

With these words this young boy said,
to his only lost love,
his spills his heart out...

Spilling it out unto the world...

Her hair in the wind,
the way it curled.

The boy looks up at the sky,
and sheds a little tear,
why couldn't it have been him?

Why did she have to die?

I'll love you forever....

And he whispered, "good-bye..."

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P.s please be gentle! this is my attempt at a love poem!