What She Is To Me Poem by Michael Stevens
What She Is To Me
Her touch, though cold at first,
Is the only thing that keeps my heart warm,
Quickening my pulse, and stopping my breathe,
Her kisses are gentle yet carry such passion
and her embrace is something to calm the storms.
She is to me what Betty Ross is to Bruce Banners dark side
She is to me something that if lost could not be replaced
She is my love, the only one for me
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