Love's Heartbeat

January 14, 2009
Her hair is fine
Her eyes are wide
She reminds me of a fine wine
To which there is no reason to say good bye
When she sings I think of birds
There is nothing better in the world
To describe her there are no words
When she touched me into a ball I curled
Nobody can match our love
I feel like a diabetic
And she is as pure as a dove
To which she is my life saving paramedic

Shiann is my one and only

To which our love is nothing phony

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