The Sun Flower

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    The Sun Flower

    Who is this Women

    Who holds my hand so softly

    At first sight I thought her a ghost

    How wrong I was

    Eye to Eye

    I can see a women before me

    Who’s Strong, independent and with good character

    By far the most beautiful women I’ve shared my Heart with

    She feels like a piece of heaven

    I didn’t get lost in her eye’s

    I got taken by her as a hole

    Truly like nothing I’ve ever known before

    Resting her head on my chest

    The sweet smell of her hair fills my noise

    I lose myself in the thought of her

    Precious and valuable

    Is her company to my Heart

    She’s somebody I can’t stop thinking about

    Where will this go

    How will it end

    Just seeing her is enough to give me a good day

    Don’t really understand why

    But hole Heartedly I Trust her

    And that will be our foundation

    Our thing

    Trust   

    -Fin-

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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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