As I ponder within,

she comes without,

her eyes a glitter,

a smile’s a flutter,

I break into a grin,

she makes my heart sing,

songs of glory

ever wanting,

never weary,

nearly haunting,

pure ecstasy,

fills my very being,

she is the balm,

soothes my bruised soul,

she is the one,

whom makes me feel whole,

pure ebullience,

when I am around her,

always glorious,

never despondent.




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