She Is To Me Poem by Rick De La Pena

She Is To Me



First light appears on East Coast
She rises in her world, my guidepost
Her youth is a shower of rain
Quenching my desire to spry that feigns
Her beauty, a spark burst into flames
Ignites passion that only age tames
Uplifting her spirit is to me
A delight of senses she bequeaths

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