She spits poetry lines in
the form of poetry rhymes in my ear for none to hear. I surprise her
by reciting them back in whispers when she has nightmares. She knows
her words can keep me just as calm as when I hold her from shaking of
cold sweats in the night. Together our love is perfect when things
aren't going right
She
comprehends my mood swings after a hard days work..I realize her
efforts for putting up with me when I'm a jerk..I repay her with deep
tissue body massages when I'm the one hurt..
As
she puts me in the shower to wash off the day's dirt.. while she wipe
me down I forget all the worries of work.. carrying her back to the
bed where she can rest her head upon my shoulder..
She
rains as the Queen and I'm her " no limit " Solider .but
together as our love gets older.. it grows quiet.. making all things
clear as to how our love got here..You were made for me to co-exist
in this world of our Quiet Love.
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