My Beloved Kayla
I cannot get away from her
because she has done so much for me.
I have heard her speak
about the simplest of things
and I want to hear more.
I have seen her free spiritedness
through her photographs
and I want to be a part of it.
She is everything to me
because she is all of me.
When I seek peace
in this chaotic world
I think of Kayla,
I look to Kayla
and I am given tranquility.
She is my muse,
my heart, my love.
She is everything I
desire to live with.
A few words with her
are more than enough
to sustain me for decades.
Kayla, yes I cannot get away from her,
but I knew that this is what I
wanted from the moment I saw her.
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