Love Poem I

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I love the taste of your lips,

like strawberries in September.

I love the touch of your fingertips,

smooth as the breeze in November.

I love the way you look at me,

just like I could be anything.

I'm charmed by your smile

as if we could do everything.

I love the attention you pay

to all things and their details

And I really love the way you say

that our love will prevail.

I love the red of your cheek,

your breath, your whisper,

your sound when you speak,

your walk in your slippers.