Midday Amor

To you is whom I look forward,
of happy times to come.
Your eyes are what I gaze into,
of love I could not have fathom.

My skin tingles with just your touch;
your taste lingers with every kiss.
Your scent galvanized my senses
to a state of utter pure bliss. 

Above the physicality, 
I note your personality -
your uprising potentiality;
your quality of congeniality.

Fear not, mi Vida, 
our love is full of life and promise.
Conscientious of each other’s well-being,
We hold a love ever ageless. 

The End

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