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dear cush

It may look so bad
So critical and sad
But then non harm is done here
Being around you is perfect

Your the beck bone of life
A chip from auto space
A shooting star in my night
A mango tree in blossom season

You are the joy of my life
The lips of what I want to have on mine
Tinny hands as those of a kid
Cute face as for a toddler
Pretty astonishing you are
So short but amazing

Your voice is of an angel
Though I have never met one
I think your from the family
Maybe your the princess
You deserve royalty glory

Who would have known
A day like today coming
A day of uniting hearts
A day of partnership between us
A day of you loving me

Your a rock from a mountain not a hill
The pure clouds of a sunny day
The hotness from your beauty

Your a lady
Let me be your gentleman
You'll be my partner in marriage
Ma\y mate in love
A dream of mine will yours to see

Let me just say
I love you

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Comments

beck of bone....auto space.
like the nuances
marriages that worked I know
of were based on mutal
workingship
Many that failed were not
Men just bought the women
men like pirates
hoarded money
every gold peice of eight
to the woman..but
she was his..
sit here..lay there..
come here..
be thine..and first
sign of trouble
first sign of aging
out they went...
off to find a new
owner...
met them...
they were still pretty
although worn by such
a life....replaced by
a thirty year younger
version of immortality
while the king withered
like an old toad
still..he had the bucks
so it didnt matter..
or the man paving
the way for his strident
mother role model
till his life and cash
wore out..stunned
from the whip of
command...dropping
in the traces...
working for the love
affection that never
came...a vision
swimming before
helpless eyes...

seen it all
man...

and world gets weirder
and weirder
old men with younger
eighteen to twenty
girls...thats just messed
or the whole power trip
relationships
..still
that wanting to be in love
idolizing someone that
may reciprocate love
is something

I like having partners
that can drag my body
from the firefight if
need be...they can be
spinners of which I have
had a few...
theymust be good with
money and able to hold
their own...strong to
not be weepy....
a trail mate...
capable....
intelligent and beautiful
ive been lucky and got
what I wanted ..
still

love your word use

thank U!

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