So life is kind of crappy; I can deal. I can make lemonade from lemons.
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Smell
The smell of your cologne
Makes me not want to be alone.
They way the scent permeates from your skin
Is in no manner akin
To the way it is on you.
Suddenly, out of the blue,
It begs me to come hither;
That scent it does not wither.
Whether it be Obsession
Or some other, I have no depression.
As long as I put to your skin my lips,
My love for you does not drip
Or fade away.
Not today.
Nor tomorrow.
I will follow
You wherever you and your scent
Are, will go, and have went.
Sight
When I look into your large blue eyes
It is no surprise
What I see.
The reflection is sometimes of me.
Those eyes, oh those eyes.
What will surmise
From staring
At the glaring
Beauty all day long?
The formidable color sings a song.
A song of love.
Your love fits me like a glove.
So perfect, so tight.
So much like the bright
Blue, oh so blue.
I will now stick to you
Like glue.