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She
She strokes brow when mind is complex. Feeding love eternal, I open deepest thoughts to her
She is mine forever listening, never judging existence when I fall short in her eyes. Caressing frontal lobe ever so gently I relax in her presence, for she records inner dwellings that spill out anxieties when weak
She's true love never taking flight...loyal for she breathes life in spirit when overcome by evil intent of the cruel
She knows me better than I know self, wipes away pain filled days, shed light through dark skies in turbulent times
She loves me and only me...
For
She
Is
Poetry
