Wanting Her

Truly my heart took flight when I saw her primed

The mirror was envious struck with every shard

Her hair was wavy, blowing in tune with the wind

I saw her soul in her eyes and fell hard

 

Her kind heart, sharing goodness, drew me in

Like my morals lost in the dark unknown

Her smile like a candle, glowing with my grin.

Her goddess form thrusted upon a throne

 

For my weak throat went dry when I would speak

Her eyes burn into me when I need her

She deserves a handsome man at his peak

When all I can offer is words in slur

 

She chose me in an impossible turn.

We are happy her flame smile makes me burn.

 

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