So much do I love her!
And so much I'm in her
How can I do without her?
Mine everything is in her.
She is my breath
The source of my living
She is my nurse
The lover of my life.
She is my strength
The blood in my capillary
The liver in me
That makes me function.
She is my view
The retina of my eyes
The flesh of my bones
And the soul of my body.
She is the vanilla in my cake
The sausage to my barbeque
The only salt in me
That brings out the taste of my life.
She is my beauty
The source of my cynosure
The beat of my heart
And the pride in me.
She is my reflection
Thru which I view my inner self
And know the hidd'n potentials
Of my literary works.
She is my wit
The ink on my scroll
The alphabet in my words
The figure of my speech.
She is my sonnet
The fourteen lines of my poem
The verses of my poems
And the rhymes of poetry
She is my nightingale
The melody of my songs
The sound of my music
And the sonata of my piano.
She is my ukulele
The beat of my drum
And the genre of my dance step
This distinct woman of mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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