this is not my beautiful house

you are as a dream
a vision, a queen
you captivate my thoughts
in the days between
blue eyes, soft skin, mothers warmth, hair of gold
when God created woman
you broke the mold
your thoughts, your voice, your style, your grace
my heart, my soul, my being, want to taste
when I am alone
You dance in my mind
when I’m in your presence
I am fully alive

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