Love 

I think love is that boy you hate to love

The boy who somehow just gets you

Without trying 

He knows what perfume to get you

He knows how to balance you out

The sound of his voice is that rich deep nostalgic place you know you have been before 

His voice takes you to those beautiful mountains, oceans and dunes

When he speaks you are reminded of that sexy tango scene you once saw

He is music 

He is the dance

In the midst of chaos; he calms you 

Just like the ocean

He can be shallow and deep at the perfect moments

rachel 

* His name is synonymous to love; at least for me! K my sweet brown sugar!! Dark chocolate! 

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