Her Poem by Conley Lowrance
Her
Her eyes,
Her hair,
her body,
Her personality.
HER.
She is the one I call my own,
The one I will love until the end of time.
When I am with her the rest of the world disappears.
It is just her and I, alone in the moment.
My body burns with a passion for her.
I long for her touch,
I long for her presence,
I long for her.
She is my everything,
She is my only thing.
HER.
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