Untitledby April Ardis AndersonBlankets his top Wit never quits Smile doesn't stop. Eyes sharp and focused To mine, far keener Gentle, kind, caring (And seven years your senior) Both gave up looking And found there to find A magnetic affection of Heart, soul, bod, mind. Staring eyes keep on staring Or turn 'way in disgust Raise voice or all hell But love him I must. Thought to be loner But just simply lonely Had given up until me And now loves me only. Nay, not his savior But regarded his equal Yet he says in his eyes Am always on pedestal. Never fight, never argue Too rational for that Too strong and too deep To be broken by spat. Always is decent Always a gent My shield and my comfort Surely Godsent. |
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