Her smiling face;
Her warm embrace;
Her beauty thus divine;
I can't believe she's mine.
Her gaze, piercing to my core;
Her hands, gentle on bruises thus sore;
Her lips, sweet and fine;
I can't believe she's mine.
Her laugh is what I adore;
Her love, as mystical as ancient lore,
And the way she reads each and every line;
I can't believe she's mine.
She is adorable at any time of the day;
When she has just awoken,
Or when playing with our cat,
Or trying to look innocent when something's broken.
I see that twinkle in her eyes,
When she sniffs her favourite pies.
I've memorised the sound of her sighs
And the subtle variation of her excited cries.
The moon shining her favourite shade of blue
As we lay here under the stars tonight,
I shall not sleep nor shall I blink
For I fear she will be gone by morning light.
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