This is a love poem. Has one or two suggestive lines. Very sappy and cliche.
I love you,
always have and always will,
but you ask me questions.
Questions that hold such suspicion,
and that in itself hurts.
let me dissolve all your suspicions.
You are the cherry blossoms in spring,
drifting in the winds gentle caress,
and, ever so kindly, stealing my heart.
even when you're at your worst,
your head is held high with pride.
You don't seem to notice it at all;
the way you captivate me so.
few men ever see you flustered and at a loss,
and the way your sweet face flushes after a tender kiss.
Those endearing moments when you yell out of worry,
and the sensual way you look when you come to your senses.
my darling one,
are simply and forever will be
I love you.