Perfect...

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She is
a walking poem
light brown beauty

At first
nothing made sense at all
then perfect sense

She says
happiness is who we are
a feeling of joy

She is the perfect doll
dressed in delight

Until now
life has been
a series of accidents

Until her
the perfect end...
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jul 2013
About this poem:
Amor Vincit Omnia...

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weemick1960
Hi Ken, liked this one my friend. Love opens up all before us, we see more, we feel more, we are more. The accidents are when human emotions are at play, the perfect end is when love herself deals the cards and that Love goes beyond he human into the sublime. I'm glad you've found your perfect end Ken and I know I have.
Catch you later my friend.
MIKE.
ladyjewel
this is lovely and still as romantic as everteddybear
Spartacus2012
Thank you Mike for visiting....We are fortunate to have lovely ladies who love us....Kencheers
Poetnumber1
Lovely winsome thoughts in this one my friend.Nice job.
Spartacus2012
Thanks poet friend...Always good to read from you...Hope you got some needed rest my friend....Kenhandshake cheers
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