Last updated on April 16, 2022
She is tuned to the same station
using the same radio
coming from a different nation
and I’m still getting used to stereo.
Her being is a flower
blooms and blossoms as the days go by
with each and every hour
our souls further intertie.
She is the missing piece in the puzzle
triumphantly lifted from the masses
now life’s liqueur we guzzle
as the season changes and passes.
With eyes like starlight of a deep ocean blue
and hair red as wine of a cool summer hue
I reflect in awe and wonder,
what actions made me deserve you?
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