She

She was the one I could ever ask for.
All the things I adored.
Her smile knew me.
Like no one ever did before.

Saturdays with her felt like forever.
Yet time could never last.
Her lips on mine endured her.
Hands on my hair down to my back.

She laughs; I’m enthralled.
She grabs my waist; I feel loved.
She is mine
She is love

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