Why Doth She Glow
Her love conquered any novel,
Any romantic notion,
Any film you could see at the cinema,
Even the outdoor ones on starry evenings.
Her love was natural,
It flowed within her so much so,
That it had to flow outside of her,
Extending a precious glow,
A compassion and kind spirit,
That any sensible man would want to call his own.
She did not care for flatteries.
She did not care to be wooed.
She cared for someone's love to flow through them
So fully, that it could not help but meet hers halfway.
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