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A poem for her

When times are bad, and thoughts are low,
She turns straight up, she seems to know.

She makes me laugh, she makes me smile,
Her grace astonishing, her beauty, her style.

She is tactile, lascivious, beautiful, neurotic,
and elegant, intelligent, thoughtful, erotic.

Her body’s amazing. Her mind is so keen,
Whether solving a problem or being obscene.

Her curiosity amazes, it’s a joy to behold.
Her inner so shy, and her outer so bold.

I could watch her for hours. Her manner sublime,
I still love to hold her after all of this time.

My heart skips a beat when she starts to chatter
Her voice deep and sexy, makes nothing else matter

Her laugh is not forced but right from within,
It’s deep, loud and raucous and never held in.

She loves to act strong, but is gentle inside,
Her anger can flare, but is quick to subside.

She argues like Cicero, her points terse but clear,
She loves though, like Juliet, tender and dear.

She is the love of my life, my reason, my one.
My darling, my breath, my moon and my sun.

I will love her forever, because nothing can be
As beautiful or as important to me.
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