A Valentine Poem
Her smile is the beauty of nature at its best, when leaves are ripe and the trees are at rest. Grin perl white and shines with glee, like a deep night sky it's a must on what you see. Waves with ponder that's brown and smooth, this is the hair she reveals that soothes. Her features are unbearable, god himself is impressed, she's perfect in ways that shows shes blessed. A tone that brakes a silence to a chanted melody, how could it be that her one and only is me? But this is just the beginning, start of a new line, are chapter is called love and the next is within time. Oh lady my love, can you tell you are mine, all i really wanted to say was "happy valentine".
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