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His eyes the color of melted chocolate,
his hair the way the sunlight catches it.
His voice in my ear as soft as velvet,
his smile and the way it brigtens my day.

The way his laugh can alway make me happy,
yes we even do get a little sappy.
The way his lips touch my mouth and skin,
the way hes not afraid to cry or feel within.

A perfect fallen angel sent to me,
why? I will never know.
All I know is that we are meant to be,
and of course that I love you.

Take my heart with you as you kiss me,
and say your midnight good-byes.
Take me with you and let us together be,
as I look into your sweet chocolate eyes.
Posted: 2011-08-10 16:19:55 UTC

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