She Takes Me High

May 10, 2011
Her lips are the color of the red rose
Her beauty is matched with intelligence.
skin like cream from her head to her toes
A permanent man she feels she cannot do.
She smells sweeter than flowers in spring
A summer's day sun glistens in her eyes
Every day of my life I hear her sing
When I am around her she takes me high
her long hair falls as does a water fall
forever the image of her is in my mind
I giver her my heart, my heart in all.
she is everything sweet; she is my kind.
Unfortunately, she is not my prize.
I will win her over without any lies.





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