Oh my lady, her love and soft eye revive that tear
down forward cheek, a pale cheekbone connect
thee, one tender hand-to-hand rebalance palm
faced open, how warmth shall be, how gentle and
growth rejoice, receive those kissy and edgy lips
are recovered, only one compassionate longer
hairstyle lengthened attach, and release that, her
natural look, that color would be a light shape
equality elements, often words and lines of content
of the voice, a heavy-duty voice came from her, so
eager and pleasant, her dream, her wish, her true
Destiny awaits, according to the high and low airy
the wind throughout, her obliviate spirit and soul from
that moment right there, reflected feet-to-feet shall
walk bestowed one green flavored grass able to walk
in rhythm heavenly flow
Written by
Michael James Brindley
5-17-24
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