Amanda

Your love to me is like a Doe,
so delicate in her surroundings.
Your face always abrite with glow,
despite the hunters houndings.

Your love to me is like red paint,
the color popping and seeping.
The fumes may make you want to faint,
but without you I am weeping.

Your love to me is like a book,
the words always bring great joy.
My insecurity is like a hook,
pulling me away like a childs toy.

Your love to me is worth much more,
no words can put it through.
So, pen and pad in hand on the floor,
I say, nay I write, how much I love you.