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My beloved
My beloved is grace,
My beloved is pure.
My beloved is short, yet touches my heart.
Her imperfections-
her perfections.
Her plump red lips,
are always clipped as clips
She walks with such grace,
her dress made of lace.
Her strawberry coloured dress,
hugs her hips in a vice,
her orbs the colour of chocolate,
my one and only undoing.
Oh how I wish were true,
But only a figment of my imagination,
a figment of my wishes,
a figment of my dreams.
© MsLulu004
My beloved is pure.
My beloved is short, yet touches my heart.
Her imperfections-
her perfections.
Her plump red lips,
are always clipped as clips
She walks with such grace,
her dress made of lace.
Her strawberry coloured dress,
hugs her hips in a vice,
her orbs the colour of chocolate,
my one and only undoing.
Oh how I wish were true,
But only a figment of my imagination,
a figment of my wishes,
a figment of my dreams.
© MsLulu004
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