Cherub face
framed in curls,
nothing like
the heart of a girl
to wrap you in a bow;
gift your soul
like no other.
Her laughter, the
gentle breezes
that push
your tiny boat...
Sailing sailing
over ocean blue, and
where ever she is going,
she is taking you.
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