She is a gift...
To put pen to paper, the emotions of one who is more than a friend.
More than just "another', she is...amongst other things, a spectacle.
Her eyes, an open window into a paradise where my soul longs for her embrace.
Space, between us is great yet, even her voice over miles sends chills up my spine.
Warmth in my heart...a sign that she is.
What dreams picture, in the frames of my mind, she is the 'Mona Lisa' I spend my hours asleep adoring.
Solely in a marvel. She's sublime!
The moons limelights sparkles in her eyes...her smile lightens my world.
Her touch reassures my heart, as it beats for her and only her.
Beat after beat synchronized to the beats love springs in our worlds, we sing, we dance...
She undoubtedly is.
The black ink on my a4, my scribbles in the sand, queen of my heart.
Number3
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