You fill me up, up to the brim, now stop the dirty thinking! grim.
I mean you make me burst inside, with happiness, joy and pride.
I couldn't really sum it up, the way in which you fill me up.
There's time's when you will just lean in and rest our lips, our chin to chins,
Or maybe it's the way you laugh, with pitches ranging half and half,
Or even it could maybe be the way we sit and watch tv, but suddenly it seems to me your intentions. Oh so broodily!
The way you stroke and touch my hair, or oogle up my now round pair,
The ways in which, I seem to be, totally, completely me!
With you around in sun and rain, it's cheesy but I feel no pain,
You ease me and keep me
calm, Your glistening eyes, your cheeky charm,
It makes me bubble up inside and feel all that joy and pride.
So as I sit with my favourite cup, I notice just how you fill me up.
I'm afraid for this there is no rhyme, and trust I did just spend the time, but still no luck in rhyming it, so here it is,
You do this thing from ear to ear, you pull the muscle close and near, you bare your teeth with all their glow and tilt your head a little so, then taking me in both your hands, and looking at me like you're the man, you say these words which make me smile and pause for a little while. you say,
I love you.
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