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My Love.


Submitted:May 1, 2007    Reads: 229    Comments: 4    Likes: 2   


Peter

With hazel eyes reflecting kindness,
And full lips of perfect size,
There is a man who I love
A choice that is very wise.

Peter is a special one,
Who is knowledgeable and sweet.
He loves all animals and people,
But is not all discreet.

His words seem too large and loud
To fit his always moving lips.
No matter if I can't get a word in,
I love listening to his ups and his dips.

Even though he has plenty imperfections,
I see past them all and love him all the more.
I know he loves me past mine,
Because that's what I love him for.


By
Chelsea Pollok





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