WHIMSICAL WHISPERS AND SUCH

WHIMSICAL WHISPERS AND SUCH

It’s a struggle to breathe,

Each time she looks at me,

Smothering me in the most beautiful way,

Such suffocation I crave every day,

She pleases my appetite,

With whimsical whispers at night,

What we have may be a bit quaint,

Collections of colorful quirks together we paint,

The goddess Venus has nothing on her,

For the love she gives is seductively pure,

She is in my every thought, my every desire,

No other has come close to her I will conspire,

She is the honest truth,

Instilling in me the playfulness of youth,

My words really don’t define her ways justified,

For she always leaves me amazed and mystified,

She is love,

A mystery she is comprised of,

Yet I’m okay with leaving me to ponder,

As long as she is mine in all her wonder.

-brad