They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder
Though it may be true for most the exception in my eye is her
Her stunning beauty catches me off guard every time she walks into the room making my heart skip a beat, life with her will be hard
Hard on my health is all I meant, because she chose me, I don't need it written in cement
How did I get so lucky one might ask of me? The only answer I can give, is it had to be God, that's it, it must be
A beauty unto themselves are her hazel blue eyes I could get lost in them forever an eternal trance I would welcome as my demise
Her perfect little neck just begs for kisses all about it, one wish I am happy to grant the very next time I see it
As for the rest of her body, as angelic and unblemished it may be, well that beauty is for me alone to dream of sorry folks you'll just have to let it be
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