She is the sun, she is the moon,
A wild flower growing free.
A sunny morning in the month of June,
She is everything to me.
She is the air I breathe to live,
She is the gentle rain.
She is the reason I believe,
The one who takes away my pain.
She is my sky of blue above,
She's my tempestuous sea.
She is the woman that I love,
She is everything to me.
2/19/11 Alton Texas
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Juan this poem is so beautiful, you show great love for this woman with such loving words.Well done Juan.