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What She Is To Me

Poetry By: Love Reaper
Poetry



Thought of my heart and this is for her, haha.


Submitted:Mar 10, 2009    Reads: 107    Comments: 3    Likes: 1   


Oh her beauty,
Faint black hair with a natural twist,
Effortlessly silky, soft, shiny, and smooth.
Steadily stroking her hair,
Became a desperate and deadly addiction,
For something I always yearn for.
Moderately tranquil and gentle brown eyes,
For when she's shy,
Her eye's sneak a lustrous innocence,
Trying to hide with modesty.
And when she's ready to love,
Her eyes become an intoxicating want,
Something I always love for her to lure me with.
Oh when she smiles,
Her smile,
Brighter than the sun,
Making me deeply blaze with desire,
And with loving enlightenment.
For every time I see her face,
My heart extends with joy.
For she's one of a kind,
Like no other,
More than extraordinary.
I can detect her beauty from miles away,
And surely spot her beauty in a full crowd.
For beauty is not just in her looks,
But in her soul as well.
More affectionate than,
The lovely mother loving her child,
More appealing then the flash of a diamond,
Cherished greater than the stars.
Absolutely lovable,
Heavenly and more angelic,
For she's no fallen angel,
She still soars through the blackened night.
Tenderly sympathetic,
Pleasant,
With a great gift of pleasing.
Stronger than steel,
Wiser than the old man himself,
For she can complete anyone.
Story of my life,
Savior of my heart,
For she's a keeper,
And I shall keep keeping,
Until the world decays.





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