It’s Your Style, It’s Your Smile Poem by Hebert Logerie

It is your style
It is your smile
It is the charisma
It is the aroma
The way you talk
The way you walk
The way you touch
The rainbow of my soul
Oh! I love you so much
You know very well that I am not a fool
I am a connoisseur who loves class
Intelligence, beauty, elegance, and style
You fit that profile and you passed
All the tests with a gentle smile.

You make me walk on the air
You cause me to denude, to bare
Everything out from the depth
Of my soul. To me, you are a myth
An alluring angel without wings
A genuine saint without halo and rings
I want to be with you to marry you tonight
I want to love you forever my love, that’s right
You are my sunshine on cloudy days
You are my moonlight when I am dazed
You are my compass, my beacon
You are my darling, my mignonne.

I love absolutely everything about you
You are my beer at night, my honeydew
When it is too hot to breathe, to relax
My red wine after dinner; your style rocks
You are it, the elixir, so to speak
You make me reach my peak
You are without a doubt my moon after dark
And my laser cane in the beautiful park
Of life. I love the way you talk to me
The way you touch me, the way you rock me.


You are my eternal inspiration
The woman of ideas and actions
You are the flowers of spring and summer
You are my honey, my pride and honor
Let me admire you, let me give you an infinite kiss
You are my sunshine, and of course, my eternal bliss
It is the freshness of your saliva
Which thrills and tickles my aorta
It is your style
It is your smile
The way you talk
The way you walk.