Smiles of yours
that belong to me,
inevitable gaze
that follows every movement I make.
Of your constant touch that
you do as the softest thing in the world,
of the love you have for me
and you tell me so.
Of the kisses in the corner of my lips
that are being countless,
of every grip on your waist
that you will live for that.
Many hugs given,
territorial bites that usually seem so,
your kisses on my forehead
and your little screams
for being happily overwhelmed
by seeing me.
You are as immersed in me,
as I am with you.
At this point,
dementia does not exist
for you with me,
so I am going to say that
from your kisses to my lips,
you are going to become obsessed.
Of the love of everything,
you stay with me.
What a crazy privilege
that you love me so much.
And from constantly missing me,
we will not escape.
Like this about you,
my fragrance being your favorite;
And the day that will arrive so soon,
where you will ask me:
Would you let me be yours?
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