If You Love Her
When you taste her words
feel Spring in her poetry,
hand her a flower;
Summer Sun of prose
deep dive and you just can’t swim?
Drowning? Kiss her neck;
Written like magic
majestic as Autumn leaves,
sit and be her Muse;
Winter’s chilled sparkle
listen as the Poet speaks
then warm her all night;
Through each of her emotions,
if you love her let it show.
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