You

By Eric Y. Theriault

I'm at a point now
where my surroundings
mean nothing to me
All I can think of
is caressing your tender body
in a manner not yet explored.
My mind centers on your beauty
and what I've done with you.
No one has meant as much to me
as you and no one shall ever
although my mind may not
always center on you
my heart will;
and if you could search my heart
you would find yourself
wrapped around and inside it.
Just another reason for me
to really mean those three special words:
I love you.
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