I never knew a true love until I met HER.
Not a more beautiful sight or perfect picture
pieced together.
The moment my eyes opened to her and
focused on her beauty my vision on life has
never been better.
Staring at myself in the reflection of her
brown eyes, projecting the beauty in me.
Couldn't believe this is what I was missing
and what it was to really love a woman like
me.
The lesbian in me finds her sexy, my weak heart
couldn't even fathom to deserve her.
She made me believe the faults in me she
loves and her acceptance are their purpose.
The confidence she radiates thaws the
coldness I've hoarded within.
I know her, I miss her, she's familiar like an
ex lover, I'm curious as to where shes
been.
Those almond eyes aint never lied the truth
in her lenses capture the real.
The definition in her cheekbones remind
me of the earnest structure I long to feel
Cherokee brown in the summer, creamier in
the winter, her hue is like a tickle from
the sun.
The silhouette of her gracious body next to
mine
is like us doubled from one.
Impossible not to gaze, her openness is like
new
scenery to me.
That head full of natural ringlets flowing in the
wind caught by the sky's warmness are serene.
I live for her melodious ramblings and desire
her literary genius.
I long to read every crease of her line for line
because the story in her pages complete us.
I can remember timidly embracing that frame
of curves, but good God the power I
experienced knowing it deeper.
To really lover her is to accomplish her I vow
now to forever work harder to achieve her.
She promised me she'd come around all the time
I reassure to conform myself to receive her.
I am her, she is me, and the she in me I'd never
dream I could be, has come through and made
me a believer.