Poetry

Think (#754)

I think about her night and day,
She’s the first in my mind when I pray,

There’s something special about this girl,
She’s more rare and precious than a pearl,

Being with her is a dream,
She cares for me too it would seem,

When we speak, my nerves are at the rattle,
Hoping that I won’t send myself up the creek without a paddle,

There’s something strange and wonderful about her,
To me, she is more valuable than money or any fur,

I care so deeply for my dear,
Losing her is my only fear.

Any Thoughts?

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