4-26-19
When I looked into her eyes,
I finally understand poetry,
With every move she made,
I seen how the words flowed,
How each one complimented the last,
I also understand,
I'd spend my life writing poetry,
Searching through every word,
But knowing I'd never write a poem
As beautiful as she
©serenityshane
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