Girl Of My Life

Girl Of My Life prose poem

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You are the girl that make my stars collide.
You are my heart’s desire, and also my lovely bride.
Your smile moves evil people’s mind, into offering needy civilians a gift of a ride.

You sometimes split your emotions into positive ambitions.
You wielded your sword of inspiration, to heal a struggling and woeful nation.
To me, You are a motivational woman.

Whenever you are having difficulty with someone,
Your heart sets a special tone for that one specific question.
Whether it’s a calm person or a moron, your mind never sinks below the surface…… like Armageddon.

So dear woman of great prowess, goodness and loyalty.
Would you be willing to pay gratitude, to the Lord almighty,
so that we can get along in peace and unbelievable harmony.

If so, then let it be
For one day I shall fall on one knee.
To ask you one question only,
and that’s between you and me and the almighty.

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