She isA Poem by But,itis,theend
She makes me the luckiest man alive.
She is the forest when alone. She is surf with the moon. She makes the sun partly mine. She makes my smile yours. She makes me know. The flowers bloom. The rain satisfies. I know every grain of sand. She is the first cup of coffee. She is surprise laughter. She is a real ending. She is a swelling heart. She makes the steps new. She is that book you can't put down. She is the view you never forget. She is both brick and mortar. She is the idea. She is mine. She is mine. She is mine. © 2016 But,itis,theend |
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