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the one that i love

I was asked to write a poem
About the man who holds my heart
The one I love so deeply
But I don’t know where to start

Do I start with his eyes?
Of bright sapphire blue
Or perhaps with his smile
That says babe I love you too

Do I start with his arms?
That make me feel so protected
What about his hands
With every touch I’m so affected

Do I start with his bottom?
So cute and so tight
No, I start with the important things
That are hidden from sight

The things that I feel
Not the things that I see
For they’re the things that matter most
And what makes him so special to me

I’ll start with his quirky wit
Which makes me laugh until I cry
Then the way that he kisses me
When he says goodnight or goodbye

The way that he holds me
Every night as I sleep
How I feel at safe and at home
As I listen to his heart beat

How he cheekily undresses me
With his sexy smiling eyes
How he stole my heart and gave me hope
How he bought me back to life

When I watch him with my children
I see they adore him too
The way he plays and romps around
Something they’re fathers never do

His daughter Jayden makes me laugh
She’s a real little character
I have a ball when she comes to town
But when she's back home I really miss her

I love the way he tells a story
And our late night conversation
I love how he seems to know so much
And most of all I love his imagination

I love how he knows what I am thinking
Or exactly what mood I’m in
Even more I love the fact
That he cares enough to question

I love the fact that he takes charge
With out getting bossy
And I love how he’s so full of pride
Never careless lazy or sloppy

Now just for the sake of this here write
I’ll mention the things we see
But honestly they are merely extras
They’re not what matters most to me

I love the smile lines around his eyes
They’re proof that he’s been happy
And deep inside I like to think
That at least one of them's because of me

I quite like the glimmer in his hair
From the flicks of silvery grey
The way it sparkles in the sun
It’s really cute I have to say

I love the way his body is toned
He has taken pride in his appearance
He is always clean and always tidy
And cares about how he dresses

Every time he enters the room
He takes my breath away
You see in my heart there is “he”
And forever there he’ll stay

I love him deeper and much stronger
Than I’ve ever loved before
But tomorrow I’m sure I’ll wake from sleep
Feeling I love him even more

But now, I say to him with all my heart
I love you deeply and completely
You have not just my heart, not just my body
Baby, you have all of me

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  • hugh wyles silver member
    March 28, 2008

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    Superb poem!

    Dear Am8ur, it’s GRATE to CU back,
    NOT lookin’ like yore just out of the sack!
    That purdy dress and hair dyed stunnin’ blonde….
    No wonder Mark is cuddlin’ you so fond.

    If I woz there I’d give yer cuddles too
    an’ maybe more b4 our hugz woz through.
    I luvs ya in grate lumps an’ steamin’ heaps
    so downloaded yore pic and pome fer keeps.

    I’m chuffed to see yer both look well an’ happy
    ‘coz that’s the dearest wish of yore grampappy
    an’ I hope the kids are well an’ happy too
    an’ send me luv to every one of you.

    It’s grate an’ I applaud yore luvly pome,
    that you an’ Mark now reely feel ‘at home’.
    I reckoned that things soon would get that far
    but always hope yer won’t forget grampa.

    I C you’ve got a new ID as “Tillee”
    but keepin’ up with that would drive me silly.
    I’ll jus’ stick with my fav’rit Am8ur
    who’s still my Number One grandawt for sure.

    AJ says you are workin’ out at gym….
    I guess yore doin’ that because of ‘him’?
    I can’t see nothin’ wrong with all of that
    (unless yore boobs are startin’ to go flat.)

    Now, tho’ I luvs yer hairdo an’ yer skirt
    Yer still looks best inside a wet T-shirt!!

    ~~~

    Luv and squeezy hugs an’ sloppy XXX’s,
    Grampa.


    • Am8ur
      March 29, 2008
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      hell yes i will be in on that one... i hope its a cheeky one.


  • angelica silver member
    March 27, 2008
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    Dear Til,
    First off it's good to see you back and posting a poem.
    I'm pleased to hear you're sounding very happy and content with Mark.
    A lovely poem written from the heart.
    Love AJ
    Now you're back I want to see you in our next contest starting on April 1st we've missed your witty poems.