she has my heart, and so when i hold her close life flows within me

when she hurts i feel pain more real than my own - and my purpose is bent on finding a remedy

she is the perfect drug, each moment better than the last

somehow she finds security in my weak shell of a frame, and at that time no foe is too formidable

when i am with her comfort and joy are in constant company

any dream or desire seem a dim reflection of the reality that she is

she is a green field of tenderness

when her head is lowered i long to raise it to the heavens

she is the muse that gives me the lyrics and music to sing

to me she is a reflection of Gods perfect love

how could i not love her?

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