He sees not his wonderment, like an inhalent..
or how he leaves me amazed, tingles of enchantment..
His light full of ambience, glowing candescence..
under crescent moons, he defragments my soul, creating room for new developement..
The denseness of his realness settles in my thoughts, sediment..
sealing cracks in my heart with his love, like cement..
I find my marrow consenting to this attachment, pulling every ligament..
wearing thoughts of his essence, my garment..
A disbursement of warmth, fully absorbent..
lost in the silence of his scent, a deafening pungence..
His turbulence of enticements runs marathons through my mind, with frequency..
leaving footsteps in the basement of all thought, with adherent persistency..
A nourishment feeding my soul, I feel his presence eminent..
complementing me with such eloquence, he's completely sufficient..
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By: Lisa Roberts aka LyricalLisa7
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