She Poem by Pasquale DiMeola

She



Be the woman I have cherished
Imagined in my dreams
So all dubious thoughts perish
And you are what you seem

No alarming expectations
Just the virtue of love
An adoring captivation
Purple summer foxglove

As you are then always will be
So will I be nothing less
With unyielding purity
From this devotee's oneness.

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Pasquale DiMeola

Pasquale DiMeola

Newark, New Jersey
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