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More than...Many poets once compared.
Someone close to something nice.
Shakespeare once compared a woman to a summer's day.
But I have a girl you is much too perfect,
to be compared to just a summers day.
She is sweeter than the rarest of treats.
Her skin softer than the softest of silk.
Her eyes glimmer more than the most expensive diamonds.
Her touch warms more than the warmest of days.
Her kiss is more powerful than a million black holes.
Her movement more elegant than the swans of Swan Lake.
Her voice more stunning than that or the mermaid's in legends.
She is perfect and to me she will forever be,
more than any summer's day.
I will always...She believes that she is less than she is.
She wants to be more, more like what I see.
She is afraid I will stop seeing her beauty.
She fears the future, she fears the end.
But for her, I have news.
You must believe for you are more than what I see.
Your more than just what I see. You're so much more.
Do not fear, for shall never loose sight of your looks.
I shall never let myself straw from your beauty, inside or out.
Fear not the future, I will be your shield.
Fear not the end, for I shall never let it come.
Days go by, and times moves slowly.
I wish it would stop when I'm with you.
So you would not need to leave me.
When your gone I wish time to make haste.
So I may feel your lips once more.
Each moment we are apart, I wonder.
I wonder when will I hold you again?
When will I speak with you again?
When will I see that body of an angel again?
I know when I have you.
I will always feel the same.
I will always miss you.
I will always love you.
And I will never look at you, and not see,
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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