My baby is neither cute nor sweet;

as a matter of fact she’s barely pretty

“Yah, I thought this was a gift for me?” I slightly punch him on the shoulder, turning to face him. He nonchalantly look at me, staring at me without saying a word, I pouted. Groaning as I know he won’t continue unless I was back at the original pose that he has carefully set up for me. I reluctantly turn back from him, resting my back onto his body, molding myself to fit him, making sure I am comfortable in this make-shift cuddle machine, hey, don’t blame me, he calls it himself…

Clearing his throat, he continues…

small and petit, timid and shy

that is all and not about my baby

she screams and shouts,

a hooligan at her own accord

I laugh hearing that, well it was the truth, I can’t deny it.

she pouted and nags

she even swears and curses

she cries

oh wait

my baby doesn’t cry

she wails

“With snorts all over,” he suddenly whispers softly on my ear, “see, I didn’t put that one in.” I swear I can almost hear the laughter in his voice, bully…

my baby is not perfect

she is very much lacking

ah yes she is

Slowly he turns me around to face him, I looked up to him, smiling.

alas her red cheeks

Touching softly at my cheeks

a beacon to my heart

Slowly guiding my hand to his chest

the twinkle in her eyes

Softly he kisses both of my eyelids, one after another

is like my north star guiding me home

the ring in her laughters

A light peck on the lips

a prayer to my ears

“Amen,” he whispers softly on my ear

the softness of her skin

Lifting the shirt that I was wearing

I forever shall dwell

He smoothly he ran his hand through my stomach

the whisper of love

“I love u”

that I could never get enough

“I love u”

the gesture of love

A longer kiss on the lips, soft slow kiss.

that shall remain as vow for eternity

my baby is not perfect

no, she is not

but my baby

she is just perfect for me

It was such a silly poem, it was nothing fancy nor extravagant, but I was crying when he finish it…

It wasn’t the words that touches me, it wasn’t the gesture that moves me.

It was his love, and that is all that I need, all I want, all that I desire.

Holding my hands against his cheeks, I whisper a thank u before I softly kiss him.

“Happy anniversary baby…” he gently whispers as I gently pull him down over me.