MY TREASURED GEM.
I should first admit ,
That I always thought all gems were metals,
But today my definition for gem is different .
How could I be that naive?
Not to have seen the preciousness in you,
How could I lie to myself that I see?
If I could not see the person in you,
A precious gem to treasure.
Your smile is that of a queen bee,
The cotton-white teeth are more than teeth,
For through them I see a beautiful future,
Not forgetting of the curvy waist;
A true embodiment of beauty.
Ever y day I sit to imagine of our moments,
The only two of us seated at the banks of a river,
Drawing the ideal family moments we want,
And drinking from the endless cup of love.
The best things about you,
I could not say them by word or writing,
I have just felt them inside me,
And even though the “butterflies” have not flown,
They are hatching slowly with each passing day,
Waiting for the tyranny of numbers,
To democratically model our love.
I am lost into your world,
And you are lost into my world;
We better start finding each other,
For that is the beauty of life.
I treasure you my gem,
My source of joy and unending well of love.
For my love.
End.
