He Who Loves Me Poem by Patricia PMC

He tells me that he loves me, with all my heart I know it's true.
He tells me that I'm Beautiful, I blush, laugh and say who knew.

He tells me there is no other, that I alone own his heart.
By no means am I Einstein, but he thinks I'm smart.

He softly says my name, and it sends chills down my spine.
No other sensations have ever left me feeling so divine.

He say's I am his first and last thought of every day.
I find it so amazing to be loved in such an awesome way.

He has a special way of making me feel so alive.
I know without his love my soul could not survive.

I wonder what I did to be rewarded with such love.
It has to be a blessing, that comes from up above.