RBMeter

Lips mover with grace,
Stride with unbetouched by old.
A gleam of hope and prettiness.
A shinning star within a universe in each breathtaking eye.
A smile that is, a always, touched by the very hand of the creator.

Mystical in ones beauty, beauty in one’s whole being.
True love has crept into my heart,
And I have rejoiced: I thought I’d die alone,
Until I saw you striding down the street,
Like a shy duckling who thought she owned the world.

Graceful, challenging, charismatic,
Dedicated to no one else but me,
And my heart beats stronger for you and you to return too
Catch my dying breath, my last whisper:
My first and last love was you.

Happiness may be a state of mind, but dying in your arms,
My mind was clear and focused on those lips that
I wish to kiss and those sweet, soft hands.
I wish to squeeze you with more strength,
And hang on to live just one more night.

I see those eyes, I fall so deeply in,
I see the body I crave, I see the tenderness in those
Soft hands and in my heart I know I am happy
And I know that, in all my life, no matter what I was chasing,
I know that my true love was you.