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Mar 2016
You're the apple of my eye
the wings that help me fly
a rose without thorns
the sunshine after a storm

Prettier than a flower
you take me higher than a tower
my sweet cinnamon roll
the one who helps me reach my goals

You finish my sentences
know all of my preferences
even alone in a battlefield
your love would be the shield I'd wield

You're my nurse when I'm not well
the best woman in the universe as well
stride by stride, side by side
our love will never subside
Luis Paris
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Luis Paris  Wisconsin
(Wisconsin)   
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