I think I'm in love with her,
Her inward beauty is my precursor.
The way she dances to the drum lines of my heart,
The way she smoothes out my roughest parts,
The way she giggles and wiggles her intricate
riddle about the middle the finger and rock paper scissors are sure winners.
She's a giver. She's a liver.
She would give her liver just to be among the quiver of my lips and I would give mine for hers.
She's a gem among many pearls, she's the great wonder of many worlds, she's...