call it annoying,
i call it lovely.
call it hard to work with,
i call it worth the time.
call it insecure,
i call it learning.
call it needy,
i call it longing to know.
call it difficult,
i call it something to work for.
shake your head,
i find it beautiful.
sometimes i just feel beat down, not enough, less than desired. almost as if i have nothing give, nothing but a tired smile and a old news kind of personality. but im not. this is not who i am and is less than i deserve.
chin up, sweetheart. in you i love perfectly, in you i find all i could desire. wait patiently, you will know. you are like a flower in a field of many, yet i have chosen you as my prize. and you alone i find pleasing. there will never be another i love as i love you, never be another i take joy in as i find pleasure in you. altogether pleasing are you, no more, no less, just you.
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