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You Are My Love- A Brain Barf Poem

Hello my dears. I hope that you are well. So these past...two days, I have kind of lost my drive and gotten to the point where I just search random things online. I was on twitter this morning, and somebody posted that people don't write love letters anymore like ever. Which got me thinking. I have never written a love letter. So naturally I turned to google. How to write a love letter. I found this blog type thing, written for men. It was part of a series How to be a better man in 30 days or something like that. I began to read it anyway. It was very interesting. The writer pointed out that while men think that their actions speak a testimony of their affection, women are more verbally minded and need words. (They do greatly appreciate the work men do for them though.)  I didn't finish reading it, but the writer seemed pretty spot on. I should write a poem, because that sounds like fun. (Yeah, that is kind of random, I know.) Let us see what splurge poem I can regurgitate today. Let me just switch to my writing music. Since we are talking romance at the moment, it will be a romance. But not real. Because I do not feel like dipping into real emotions right now. Okay, here goes.


To wake up each morning and lay mine eyes upon,
Thy lovely face, despite the drool slipping down,
To wrap mine arms about,
Thy slim cut waist, the stench of sweat wafting up,
These are moments to live for,
You are my love.
I love your smile, 
That crooked grin.
Your bumpy nose and double chin.
Each night before we lay down to rest,
I brush my hand down your hairy neck.
You are not the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. 
Unlike my own, your eyes are a plain brown, not a vivid green.
But I love the way you treat me each and every day.
When I reach out to grasp your grimy, wart covered hands,
And you grasp my clean ones,
There is nothing like the sensation that I get.
You are my love. 
You are my world.
Remain perfect for all days,
Because I adore you, my girl.



I am going to call that You Are My Love. I do not know who he is describing, but she sounds UGLY. LOLOLOLOL. I hope that you guys enjoyed my little love poem that is completely fiction. I sure enjoyed writing it. Have a great day. 

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