Elizabeth
When she smiles,
Her eyes half close in
Crescent moons,
The stars shine in them,
Plucked from every spot in the universe,
Just for her
She looks happy,
And I know she is
As I hold her close,
Feeling the air,
Her muscles and heart,
Pulling her closer,
Because we’re together
And we’ll never be apart.
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