What Have I Done
What have I done to deserve such a faultlessness,
She smiles, pokes, and touches into attractiveness.
There’s nothing that can be said or done to divert her love,
It’s as if she is purely a being from above.
She loves me and me alone,
My life, love, and things to her I loan.
Whatever makes her smile, happy, or laugh, I do it a thousand times,
Because nothing compares to seeing her teeth and eyes sparkle like polished dimes.
If anyone ever didn’t deserve a woman so divine,
It’d be me, and yet despite her perfection she’s mine.
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Copyright © Benjamin Button | Year Posted 2016
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