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She’s the real thing—the opposite of generic.
Catch me staring at her beauty.
I call her flame-bearer.
My last name wearer,
and I love her to the death
She puts a bounce in how I walk, you see the stutter in my step
The world is darkness without her, like someone covered up my lamp.
So the shade has been removed
I prayed to have her smooth
Flavor—she’s my savior.
Chocolate to the taste buds.
She can take blood, give love or breathing treatments
Create meals that are more than decent,
Or give dreams to go to sleep with
She’s mean, and it’s no secret
That her smile just leaves me speechless.
So I write. :)
