Some people find it in tall, dark and handsome;
Some others, in father figures.
To the deprived girl, the one with the fattest of pockets;
And to the needy one, the jealous one.
I’ve found it in you;
In the way your eyes light u when I show up
And in the hard cushion that is the crook of your arm
(that has to be my favorite place in the world)
I find it in every “Hey Pookie”, “Hey babe” and “Baby of life”
And in the quiet times when the words won’t suffice.
In every Anwuli/Nkem Owoh iMbeH moment
And in every “Arghhh you make me so mad”
I’ve found it
And I’ll keep it;
Because finders keepers;
And Lord knows you’re one hell of a keeper.
2 thoughts on “My Perfection”
Awwwwwwwwwwww! Toooo cute!! *cheesy grin*
*helps u mop up*
So Damn moist. Sigh.
Daddy be a The Lover biko