Leaves blow around on the autumn streets,
The air is brisk but filled with romance
Like a lover whispering secrets to his lady
And breathing softly upon her neck.
Walking in the park you asked me,
“Is love real and does it only come once? ”
I told you, “For some, it never arrives,
For some, it never survives,
But I’m holding your hand now
And will hold it for eternity.”
No one has loved you like I do,
Kissing your breasts in the candlelight,
Caressing your shoulders in the shimmering night,
Gently laying your skirt at the foot of the bed.
Uriah Hamilton
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-one-has-loved-you-like-i-do/
