A love poem and other mushy thing's

The Artiste Peintre`

I love her sweet voice so tender and soft
Her hands when they touch me send me aloft

With eyes so wide and her lovely smiles
Is like a lighthouse you can see it for miles

Her lips soft and pouty and ready to kiss
Given half a chance I would surely miss

I love everything about her she is a joy to behold
Her skin is pure white, but it glitters like gold

Her arms wrapped around me so tight
Hang on hun while I turn out the light

Love is blind or at least that's what is said
But if push comes to shove she can share my bed

I love her dearly that froggie of mine
We will swim together in the salty brine

I love to hold her and be close at hand
You don't have to tell me love is grand

Im not sure what else to say except I love you
And know in my heart that you love me too.

The End

Notes about love and other mush things

This was written about 1.00am in the morning so if it doesn't make sense forgive me :) the page in total took over an hour all up to complete.

Never try to understand love, love never needs to be understood.

The war between the sexes will never be won, there is too much fraternization with the enemy.