Aug 26, 2014, 9:41 AM

Why I love her 

  Poetry » Love
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"Why do you, son,
desire, worship and adore
this girl of yours?"
my mother's query bore.
I started with the way
she puts her make up on.
Her perfections, I swear, lay
in everything she's ever shown.
When she drives my car
like the world is hers only.
Or when she takes me so far
that I forget I was ever lonely. ...

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