Poetic Aquarian:

I dreamnt I could write you this poem with the most beautiful of words
But I couldn't think of the words worthy enough to describe my senses
Cause it is my 5 senses that keep bringing me back to your essence
So here I am still trying to find the nouns, adjectives, synonyms and verbs
Strong enough to say what it is my heart feeling
Pad on my lap, pencil in hand cause I don't want any mistakes
I want it to be perfect, so that when you intake
Every word, you can feel it, and it take up to the ceiling
They say that a picture is worth a thousand words, this is so true
Cause every time I see one of you I be like damnit here we go again
Pencil and pad, writing about you, focusing
On your beauty because, everytime I see your picture, I write a thousand words for you

  Leta Lea:

Its said that beauty lies within the eyes of the beholder
well I guess he found me
though, I'm not sure what it is about me that attracts him
he says its because I'm beautiful
He thinks I'm beautiful...wow
that I'm flattered to know
though I see myself as just the average girl-God's beautiful disaster
to of whom he thinks the world
it is in me he sees prefection
it is to me he gives endless affection
yet these words can't even fathom what he is to me
words once again escape me which is a rare occurance for me
so this love must be deep

  Poetic Aquarian:

I know what I see and it is within me to express emotions
And sometimes you gotta go the length, leap tall buildings and cross oceans
For just a quick glimpse of perfection that most would kill for
I don't believe murder is necessary, but if I had to, I guess I would have the highest score
Not much else to say but hey small steps until we can fill the large footprints
Of a future that is so distant
So beautiful no other way to say it
Just kick back, relax, put a sample on my tongue, and savior it

  Leta Lea:

We share a beautiful chemistry, a love so heavenly that angles sing
when he looks at me my imperfections are earsed
my fflaws exist no more
I am pure
my heart is whole
my soul is open to love

I am beautiful and so is he
and all of his masclulinity
he's the strong, silent, protective type-he strives to do everything right
he's well put together
so you see why I can't see what it is he sees in me
and yet he loves me
and I love to love him
these words ellude me
as I sit her and envision his face
my lips part and a smile appears upon my face
as I imagine his lips touching mine and an affectionate embrace
2 people, 2 hearts, 1 union
Love is Beautiful