I've met a true goddess,
She's unlike anything I've ever known.
I love the way she talks,
It's dripped in honey.
I love the way her eyes shine,
Like the forest at first light.
I love the way she smiles,
It stops my heart every time.
I love the way her body goes,
Such perfection I see.
I love the way she says my name,
It gives me a kaleidoscope of butterflies.
I love the way she looks at me,
Cause I can see the love.
Oh how I love my goddess,
She's all I see.
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Poetry"A poem begins as a lump in a throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness." - Robert Frost.
