And your very flesh shall be a great poem.

She is made up of words that not anyone can understand;
her mind is a dictionary of sadness and heartache,
and her heart is a poetry book for the hopeless.
She is the prettiest song,
the perfect sonnet,
the most meaningful haiku,
and the longest novel.
It takes a while to read her
seconds to love her
and a lifetime to forget her.

A.A

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