Radiant
She’s pretty like a flower, maybe a rose.
And I imagine she would look radiant with a bright smile if I proposed.
So fresh, so clean and like a brick she’s upbuilding.
What an example for the younger ones and me.
Giving Satan a positive answer that all the angels can see.
What else can I say about this sister.
Only met yesterday, but yet I miss her.
Leaving a lasting impression like a new born son.
And in amongst this vast multitude, she’s number one.
Really nice and kind, shining so brightly I may end up blind.
But alas!
As of yet she isn’t mine.
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