My Wallet Poem

It's a picture of you Smiling toward a camera That captured only your perfection You asked me why I called it a poem It's only because you're never ending Like similes and metaphors Your body a rhyme to nature Hair so fluid it's rhythmical Heart a gate way to alliterations Covered in bouquets of assonance You're my wallet poem Always there when I'm paying For the movie we just watched And the dinner we are going to Everyday I open my wallet To find the picture worth a thousand words Written to absolute beauty Not a moment goes by When you're not with me I'm grateful my wallet holds Such a magnificent well taken poem

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