You talk a mile a minute,

because you have to much to say,

your full lips never stumbling,

always making contact with those,

big brown doe eyes,

hands waving back and forth,

pausing for effect.

So animated, full of life and

beautiful inside and out.

You remind me,

of the woman I wish I was,

confident, comfortable,

intelligent, never boring.

You say your big insecurity

is you talk too much,

and I think to myself,

I could listen to you talk forever.