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Jul 2018
She's young but old, her beauty calls my soul,
The world listens greedily when she laughs, her tears tear my heart in half,
The desires she inspires, give me all the motivation I require,
To remain at her side, she'd make a beautiful bride,
Her top layer is savage, her tongue primed to do damage,
But her heart is good as gold, fair and kind truth be told,
She pretends not to feel, but her emotions are very real,
Her happiness my heart's desire, of her smile I'll never tire,
She brings out from inside me, that smile which defines me,
If my words were kisses, she'd be covered like scales on fishes,
Her brilliance astounds, her opinions are profound,
I've found one worth respecting, there'll be no neglecting,
The fine jewel that she is, I'd change her to Mrs from miss,
But only when I have to offer, the best life possible for her,
She doesn't need me and never will, the miracle is that she even wants me still,
She's a person as gifted as I, yet one whose gifts are constantly applied,
She's hard working and dutiful, and oh so beautiful,
Can have any man she wants, as easily as selecting a font,
She's loyal a rare quality, she only goes to bed with me,
And there I fall into her arms, in the storm of life she's my calm,
Words can never describe her, there's no unit which can measure,
The worth of a woman so fine, nor the love I have for this creature divine,
If I could I'd destroy every clock in the world, so when it's time for her to go she'd never be told,
And I can languish in the pleasure, of a woman who's such a treasure,
And maybe one day, I'd find a way to repay,
The way she's made life for me, the happiest it can be,
If you ask me what I think about her, there's no woman better,
Would I ever cheat while I called her mine, yes I'd cheat death and old Father Time,
So with her forever I could I could fly, and never ever have to say goodbye.
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Hopeful Cynic  24/M
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