Michelle

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    Michelle

    Oh, how I love you, sweet Michelle,
    I love you with all of my heart,
    I love you more than words can tell;
    I’ve loved you from the very start.

    It matters not that you are blind,
    Or that you write to me in Braille,
    You are the one I've tried to find,
    Oh yes, you are my Holy Grail!

    I smile at the sound of your voice,
    ‘Tis the sweetest I've ever heard,
    It makes my heart and soul rejoice,
    When you speak, my feelings are stirred.

    You are often full of laughter,
    So full of happiness and bliss,
    You have filled my soul with rapture,
    Nothing could be greater than this.

    The wonderful words that you say,
    So innocent and full of light,
    They can turn darkness into day,
    And turn my blindness into sight.

    You have the most beautiful mind;
    You are intelligent and wise,
    Your thoughts are virtuous and kind,
    That is easy to recognize.

    I love to gaze upon your face;
    I’m always stunned by your beauty,
    So full of charm and loving grace,
    You are a genuine cutie.

    Your hair is as simple and plain,
    As the rolling Texan landscape,
    As bland as a wild mustang’s mane,
    In its lushness, I could escape.

    Your form is wondrously petite,
    So supple, and voluptuous,
    Simply lovely from head to feet,
    You are far more than sensuous.

    I wish to hold you close and tight,
    For you to snuggle in my lap,
    To cuddle in the candlelight,
    I don’t mind if you take a nap.

    You are utterly amazing;
    You are the woman of my dreams,
    You have set my heart a blazing;
    My love is bursting at the seams.

    Sweet Michelle, oh how I love you,
    I love you even more than life,
    Always and forever, I do,
    I'd love for you to be my wife!

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    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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