A few years ago I was watching Roger Rabbit and I was inspired by his letter to his wife.
My darling Jessica,
How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways.
One one thousand.
Two one thousand.
Three one thousand.
Lover,
I promise to
never play patty cake with another
For me there is no other
You are where my
soul comes to rest
Put me through any test
I attest that without you my life
is a big 'ol mess
That's not true
But I Confess to wanting nothing more
than
my head on your chest and your arms around my waist
I want to feel you, I want
to smell you
Yeah, I said I want to smell you
I want your musk on my skin
I
want to breathe you into my lungs
I want to taste you, ingest you
digest your
very essence
Your presence is toxic and I'm sick from you
For real
my stomach's turning and churning
The butterflies cause my heart to sigh
There is no cure
since I could never be sick of you or the illness that is
you
Now that I found you
I realize that the revenue most dear to me is that you're still here with me.
I'm craving you like a junkie on the streets
or a seven
year old kid who needs sweets
I got to have you in every which way I'm allowed
to
I want to take every piece of you in
because not love you in a sin
And on facebook I
became a fan of you
because there is no button for how completely in love I am
with you
You inspire me to keep writing this poetry
Now that's one, two, three, four one thousand
For however long it takes to convince you
I'll start again
Lover.
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