I could stay up all night
Trying to enumerate the ways
How her loveliness never causes plight
But such a task would take days.
She is the perfect lady to love
As her beauty is beyond reason
But her other qualities raise this dove,
Such loveliness and character, the God's think it treason.
She drifts passed on clouds of cuteness
Making my thoughts fragment
Many a time I have been a witness
Of how her presence is the sweetest scent.
On and on I can go
Lost in images that cannot find words
I just asks that she moves slow
So I may appreciate the best of all birds.
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