• His hand sweaty in my palm
    Still it is a pleasant feeling
    His simple touch helps me calm
    With his smile so appealing

    Sweet shining eyes
    Ebony gems of love
    He does have his lows, but his with his highs
    It teaches me he is a gift from God above

    I want to see
    Through his eyes
    How does he see me?
    Can he see through my lies?

    His voice so soft, so pure
    He tells me he loves me
    And I love him for sure
    But still something haunts me....

    Why me? Why now?
    I'm not pretty, nor am I smart
    So I don't now why or how
    But he loves me, he has my heart♥