She Takes Me High

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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