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Jul 2023
In the realm of beauty, there she stands,
A Latina queen with gentle hands.
Her precious daughter, a precious pearl,
Together, they form a radiant whirl.

Her smile, a sunburst in the sky,
Makes me feel like a child so spry,
With joyous heart and laughter sweet,
In her presence, life feels complete.

Her eyes, like morning dew so pure,
Glistening on grass, a sight to allure,
They hold a depth, a universe untold,
In their depths, my heart finds its stronghold.

Her grace, a dance of colors bright,
Like blossoms that adorn the night,
With every step, a rhythm flows,
Enchanting all wherever she goes.

Her heritage, a tapestry grand,
Woven with love, across the land,
A rich culture, a vibrant hue,
In her veins, history rings true.

Her love for her daughter, strong and clear,
A bond so pure, nothing to fear,
She nurtures, guides with tender care,
Their love, a treasure they both share.

With every passing moment, I find,
Her essence fills my heart and mind,
Her presence, a gift from above,
This beautiful Latina woman I love.
This is not the name of the woman I wrote this for.
jesse packard
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jesse packard  31/M/Rainier, Oregon
(31/M/Rainier, Oregon)   
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