Treasure Island

Arthur V. Miller III

(04/19/1992 / Mother Earth)

Her Beauty


As i lay in thought her Beauty comes to mind, provoking my lips to think about Her own.

Beautiful is what she is...

Her Beauty is something only i can truly comprehend, only i can understand and a Beauty only poetry can characterize.

i notice, yes i notice, it's my job to notice Her Beauty. The way Her eyes glisten as She smiles while telling one of Her crazy tales, the way Her hair ruffles up everytime We touchand most of all the way She smiles with pleasure when She knows She has satisfied Her man.

Her Beauty, Her Beauty

Her Beauty awakens me every morning and keeps me alive when i'm down and my head is in the clouds. I is something that i comprehend, something only i understand.

Her Beauty is inside&out and recognizing it is what makes Me a true Husband...

Submitted: Friday, January 14, 2011
Edited: Friday, January 14, 2011

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