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If you could see what I see,
My God you'll believe me,
So sure im telling you,
My dreams are a Deja Vu,
Of whats bound to happen soon,
and to my shock its all true,
My dreams bring new definition,
To the word premonition,
It defies superstition,
If you could see I would have your attention,
Im a wild card,
My style is a jewl shard,
From the rarest of rare,
That nature can spare,
Amazing, crazy, charismatic and wild,
Im mother nature's adopted child .
Her smile can **** or heal your very soul. Ocean waters painted in her Eye's as she looks into the motives of your heart. Her skin is as soft & silky as the inner down feathers of a dove with constellations of freckles perfectly placed. Hair like satin. When she speaks the beauty of her warm tone resonates through you like enchanting music. Gorgeously crafted from head to toe with a noticeable glow. A diligent mother gifted with talent. Impressive her children are charming, gentle & kind a true reflection of her stellar design. She unexpectedly consumes your mind & claims your love. Bedazzled by her beautiful charisma You find yourself a captive of her humor and a hunter of her happiness.
The nobile ruler of her world the prestige princess surrounded by only those she deems as worthy. Every womens envy. Every man's dream. She won't be had, for no suiter is suited for her. Only a knight in shinning armour might quench the longing of her imagination. Mysteriously clever. Finds the adventure in her endeavor. A jewl you can't find with a treasure map. Solid gold ticker her wit is quicker. A colorful butterfly by nature always in flight. Her grin is priceless & time stops with every smile. One of many keys her confidence is stunning on her. Honesty is her cheif virtue. She's a courageous  bubbly delight who never backs down from an honorable fight. Cross her twice and pay the price but she'll let you live because she forgives. Definitely has grit just won't quit until it's time to knit. She is the maze master and the missing puzzle piece. An awe-in-spi-ring companion. Untamed & magical her spell is already upon you. A marvel with merit. A guardian angel to some a gift for others. I sense I've waited since the dawn of our galaxy to whipe away her tears & calm her fears. To hold her against this rugged shell. So very close for her to draw out from the unbridled compassion. Letting her submerge into the depths of my being to harvest comfort & peace from within a fundamental warrior spirit. Armed with iron will, valor, integrity, versatility & righteousness. Sworn to an oath I will use these traits to battle heroically in life or even death to sheild her naked soul from creations malice. To protect, shelter, provide, nourish & cloak her fragile body. To put light in the darkness. Fulfilling her desires & pleasure is a privilege I honor. My intentions, only to gratefully share our eternal connection bestowed by an essential heavenly grace. Freed from doubt by intimate caring and loyalty. Cleansed of spite by our affection. Two minds in sync dancing with one another  harboring clear understanding as we Flourish in our blessed lives. Coalesced beating as one the hearth of our hearts burns bright with the remarkable love we share together. Christina Baldwin, she is a breathtaking miracle.
I wrote this about a special person and she is the love of my life
donna valenz Apr 2015
We want the world
Like song
Like speech
A glimmering jewl far from our reach
The dreamers sing
The lovers kiss
The madmen ****** innocents
But we all ache for the universe
We occupy ourselves to forget
That love is a lie
And that all angels cry
For pain
And dark
And death
yogirlturkey Sep 2019
he looks at me as if
i were a precious jewl
he locks his eyes on me
when im not looking
mesmerizing
he passes by as if he
couldn't see me
he is shy to do more
than wave
he is prideful
but his beautiful
sparkly eyes
they trap me & hold me
his curly, dark, fluffy
hair has my thoughts
wanting my hands to
play with it
his nice, bright, big smile
makes me want to kiss
him all day long . . .
2:15 p.m.  8/19/19
Michael Twist Sep 17
A Queen, the 1st, one that is unique and unweilding...

A blade of grass in the dessert

A star under the ocean

A flower in the arctic

Like mountains on top of the clouds

Such a rare jewl is her eyes

This fascination, the rarity of her beauty... can it be real?

Only one man will know should her eyes ever give up their stare and the warmth of her heart be there. Then the truth that man would know, that truth that no other man can bare.

The rarity of such beauty can only be held by the perspective of two... then it will be there.

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