She Was Always There - Poem by Dejan Stojanovic
She wouldn't say anything in the morning
When she would leave for work
But her smiles filled the air;
She would become a rose in the vase;
A song she put on before she left
Mesmerized his wakening;
She kept his desire high like every other day
While he waited for her return.
She was always there.
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