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Flourish Joshua Poem
Sometimes, I'd like to believe I can't love her less.
Having her by my side is all I desire as the day goes by
Except death do us part. Of which I know it wouldn't.
Inside her are care and affections; for
Sapphire is her surname and Ruby, her nickname.
Priceless, are her every word and
Relentless are her efforts towards making me smile.
I'd like to think she hides her love in the air
Consciously for me to enjoy alone.
Even in the grave, she is priceless; for
Lo, a paragon of a wife material is she.
Every of her word is not to be taken with levity, 'cause
Strolling into her life and she into yours is a big privilege.
So long as she exists, her love abounds.
Copyright © Flourish Joshua | Year Posted 2018
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Flourish Joshua Poem
When I stroll into her eyes,
I'd like to see angelic brow and lid;
For in her eyes, mysteries lies:
The mysteries I think I need.
And shall I say that when she's in tears,
I'd like to place a cup beneath her eyes?
Maybe to drink them; for over the years,
My Angel's tears remains a Juicy dice.
Too sweet were they to roll her cheeks for nothing;
For absolutely nothing about her is useless.
Of all the Angels I see, for something,
She excels them all. Nonetheless,
She remain an Angel of Angels;
For every of her handshakes are tender
And every of her smile is ever charming as nightingale's.
Ought not I to always be her defender?
I'll treat her not preferentially, but specially;
For my Angel was created for me exceptionally.
Copyright © Flourish Joshua | Year Posted 2018
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