Rough Draft

Just a rough draft...kinda feel'n my way around to finish it.

He knows the lines of my frown
He knows the crack of my bones
He knows the freckles on my face
He knows when I abound and abase
He knows what I need beyond what I desire
He can calculate my next move
like playing checkers or a chess move
He know my favorite color
my favorite song that makes my stomach flutter
He dyed the color of my eys
Drew the lines of my smile
Fit my hand for a pen
and stirs my gift up from within
He amazes me constantly
Never rushes me along
because patience is his favorite song
The perfect gentleman I contend
I breathe the air of him
Get lost in daydreams of him
Every heartbeat is for him
.....
You are the warmth of the sun on my skin
You are the rain that makes my flowers bloom
You are the rest I get from work at noon
You are the wind that blows my hair
You are the sweet fragrance of the Spring air...