As I close my eyes I see my future,
The beauty of a creature,
One talked by my preacher,
One whom this poem features.
She’s just perfect,
By her words she’s not in the market,
She’s my hearts target,
The cupids’ arrow attached to my heart.
I love her height,
She’s just right,
To my strength she’s light,
I want to be her knight.
She’s my love,
My sensitive nerve,
Kind exceeding her model like curve,
She’s my better half.
As I open my eyes,
Am met by the beauty that’s nice,
My lucky dice,
Her photo that I stare.
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