My love

My heart hurts when you leave, and feels great when your around.
We speak to each other but never make a sound.

She is perfection; she is my personal angel.
I hope that my angel, will never say farewell.

She loves me and stays true to her word.
Leaving her would just be absurd.

She makes my life such a pleasure.
She is my priceless treasure.

I told myself that love was an impossibility.
But now is my only reality.

I told myself that it was to great of a price.
Now it is like having my own pair of rigged dice.

I took away the gamble of forever.
And made it my truth, just for her.

I will stick around for all eternity.
All because of my love for thee.

Everything she does is simply amazing.
Her soul is oh so satisfying.

I cannot live without my angel.
A life without her would be my hell.

She is the purpose to my existence.
Everything else is just hateful resistance.

I vow to try and make her life great.
For this is my only fate.

My sun would not rise, if she was not alive.
I would just go to the cliffs, and prepare to dive.

I would be in constant suffering till the day I die.
These words I speak now will never be a lie.

Everything becomes harder when she is not with me.
It is like my soul has been burned to the third degree.

She is the cure to my disease, that I must constantly take.
I would long to be in a coma, and never wish to awake.

Good thing she is in my life, now and forever.
Loving her is a pleasurable endeavour.

She is my angel, and she is worth fighting for.
She makes pain, and suffering easy to ignore.

She inspires me to try my best.
She is my love, the goal to my quest.

I fight the endless fight, just for my sweetheart.
For her soul, is a truly beautiful piece of art.

I thought beauty like hers could not exist.
Her beauty is do pure and true, this I insist.

I thought there was no such thing as a soul mate.
Now I have her, I know she was worth the wait.

I thought no one could thrill me with conversation.
I realize now that she is my only salvation.

She contradicts everything I thought about life.
I know this woman will someday be my wife.

I love how her eyes can just stare into my soul.
Then she just observes me, and demands no toll.

I love the words she says, and the way she thinks.
Everything about her makes my stress sink.

Perfection is the only logical word that sums her up.
The lord would be grateful if she drank from his cup.

Aleshia DeLaurier, my love till the end of infinity.
I was blind before her, but with her love I can see.