She Loves Her
“She” loves “Her”
She speaks so pure,
And laughs so gentle,
She’s so unique.
She makes my world,
And builds my heart,
She’s my life.
Her lips taste so sweet,
Her eyes unwinds a sorrowful soul,
She’s every thing a man could wish for.
But I’m not a man,
Trapped with this body I dislike,
I wish I was not borne like this.
But I love her,
And she loves me,
We’re two girls building our hearts.
We’re not just friends.
She’s my girl,
I’m her girl.
I love her.
Copyright © Michelle Joy Itable | Year Posted 2007
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