her looks are more complex than beautiful, intellect far greater than intelligent, compassionate as a new mother, fierce as a tiger, elegant as a dove, and in her heart is where i seek love, i yearn to watch her grace the stage with her perfection in the art of dance like a star in the night sky, to meet her lips and melt where i stand is what i endeavor, only hoping that im good enough for her in the form god gave me, and grace me with chance of letting our souls dance in harmony.
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