Love is such a
senseless thing,
It makes one
believe
In almost
everything
Even the promise
of a ring.
Hear now of a girl
I’ll tell.
She makes my days
seem so swell,
Even if to hear
her voice so sweet
Or have her hug me
when we meet.
When through her
hair, mine fingers, shall their way find;
Her head, she
rests upon mine palm.
Her subtle smile,
one of its kind
Embedded, forever,
in memory, warm and calm.
Her scent, unmistakable,
Lingers on in mine
mind’s depository.
If I shall one day
lose my way
Her scent, shall
be my directory.
In her eyes, I see
myself
Building with her
a life,
One that won’t just
be placed upon a shelf,
One that includes
her...my wife.
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