Dewed
How lucky I am that she loves me!
How blessed am I with him to be!
What does she see in me, I ponder.
Why does he love me, I wonder.
I’m no hunk, just a lean machine.
I’m no beauty, perfect or pristine.
Kind of ordinary; a garden variety pal.
Just a bespectacled, crazy-hair gal.
Quiet I am, a typical textbook introvert.
My nature that of the classic extrovert.
She makes me feel special, unique.
He inspires me my mind to speak.
Her smile sends my heart a-flutter!
His grin leaves my mind a-clutter!
That gaze of hers is pure hypnotism.
That look of his banishes any schism.
I live for her hugs, her warm embrace.
Yearn I constantly for him, my saving grace.
The yin to my yang, that is she:
The heaven to my earth, he is key:
Soul solace, the reason I am whole.
Refreshing drops of dew upon my soul.
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