She is everything iam not.
She is a secret a fantasy, that lives in my heart.
I would cherish more if, she only remains my secret.
She my everything and, yet she knows nothing of it.
Oh Mildred you are like a rose that grows on, concrete.
You are the definition of, word perfect.
Your tender beauty is, enriched by a warm,
welcoming smile.
Its hard to lose you when, i dont even have you.
You are so calm yet iam, not at peace.
Iam so thirsty of your, thirsty desire of your, warm kiss touching the, tip of my lips
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nice, so so nice and perfect