I Love Her Poem by Chris Tiganescu
I Love Her
Lips, of merchants gold,
she marvels at thought of
me, as I to her, why does
she do so? A beauty that
strikes the heavens, and
winged angels sing, kind
and courtesy, she does not
hate nor despise, she only
loves, as I love her, I
love her til the day is
bright, and til the night
falls, my lips crack a smile
at the thought of her, she
has my greaceful love.
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7/25/2025 12:56:05 PM # 1.0.0
You make me sound so nice and sweet(: hehe