As the highlights
of the glimmer shimmer
behind yourself
when the seas come to rest
from its tumultuous consistency
of a constant to and fro
resulting from the sheer power
of your smile now in no
way beyond the powers
of poseiden but instead
have been asurped by yourself
down to the sea shells in your hair
and of your clothing that it takes
a girl not quite yet a woman
but just as mature to tame the hearts
of those lucky and fortunate few
to bestow their gaze in you
transfixed and in your direction
by the awe of childhood
not commonly felt by adulthood,
to us all the majestic
and beautiful, Lady Love Story
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