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You are poetry in motion. I can tell by the sounds you speak, the movements you make, the thoughts you feel. You are the love of my live, my wife.
Your moon eyes, bright eyes, collect the energy of the day and reflect the excitement of the night. Your moon eyes, brown eyes, observe all there is to see, like a baby seeing the world for the first time. Your moon eyes, big eyes, remove all human obstacles to reveal a new, understanding universe. Your moon eyes, smiling eyes, relax the tensions of day, like steam from a kettle, and they make me laugh.
Your words make love to my heart whenever we are apart. Letters I get in the mail today remind of the the special day when we will be together at last. Your poems make the time in between now and then go fast. Your words make love to my heart whenever we are apart.
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