My Fiance Tassie

My Fiance Tassie short poem

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Her smile takes my breath away,
She’s perfect in every way,
Her lips are soft and cold
Seeing her everyday puts me in that romantic mood.
Her love is kind and full of surprise
Like waking up on Christmas morning with that big smile.
She’s my Tassie, she’s my treasure that I cherish,
Not one day I can’t be away from my Tinkie winkie
‘Cause ever day I love her and she always gonna always be with me,
Distances got us where we are ,
But it is not how things are supposed to be.
My love her last name is Baksh
And she’s everything I could ever asked
She completes me like two hearts become one
With you know That perfect bond.
I love you tass to infinity and beyond

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A mellow, sweet and romantic poem, well executed.


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