My Love
Some think of her as fat, ugly and grotesque.
Yet she does not feel fat when I hold her in my arms.
She does not look ugly when I gaze upon her face.
She does not seem grotesque when I kiss her.
For I love her.
I cannot wait until the day she carries our love within her.
For she is mine within my heart and she will always be with me.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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