by Antonio Turner

Created on: October 18, 2009

How I Would Love Her

For she was a woman of a much higher caliber.

All her life, men have tried to be with her.

She the only one that I know, that could make a rose jealous.

For she was a more precious flower.

Everyday, every minute, and every hour.

She was more than thought about by thee.

Not a second wasted on sleep.

All in all she gave he pleasant dreams.

As for dreams, in green pastures they would lay.

Her beauty reached far more inner than one's face.

Success could never smell so sweet.

And I know question the mother's touch.

Just the feel from her fingertips lets me know that she means so much.

So if I should die before she, and long after my death.

She shall find a trunk full of my writes.

And then and only then. She would know

How I loved her all the days of my life.

How I would love her

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