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Her


Her 
By anonymously me 

She amuses me 
She abuses me 
She does things that are new to me 

Her presence 
Her persona
Her outlook is all different

See...
A kiss upon my lips I wish she'd bestow 
But alas a kiss on my cheek she gave
I almost had it;it was almost in my grasp... 
A gentle heart to me;a gentle breeze...

Unveil all the world has to offer to me...
The answers to all my questions she knows...
So upon my mind let such a gift be bestowed...
U know me not yet you know me all...

I'll allow you to play me for the fool...
Call me a rag doll...
Why I like no love u I'd never know cuz ur love towards me u never show...

Unless ur under....
Under the influence of a drug...
Well for me I know its corny but allow your love to be my drug...

Yet still such a soft gentle hug...
Such a warming embrace...
She can make the last man alive 
Feel as though he's moving on his own pace...

So allow me to say my grace for the things; for the angel God blessed me with...
I never truly had nor have her...
But its with her I see a future with...

The girl of my dreams now has an immeasurable value of means since she is her... She is now all I see...

And in her I want to dwell...
In her heart I want to swell...
I want to grow on her and in her...
In a non sexual manner...
Let me travel through her mind 
And bring her back to anonymous 's manor...

I don't mean to banter with this expression of love...
But I do hope these words keep u warm at night like a warm romantic hug...

Your the apple let me be the bug...
Then we can rot away together and die slowly knowing that we found love...

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