She adores you so much,
She couldn't find the words.
She got you like a blessing,
You make her able to survive.
She hands herself over to you,
Thinking of you from dawn to dusk,
Even at every moment of her day.
Her evening is yours,
Her morn is yours,
She is all yours.
~ Mery Ruaid
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Poetrypoetry is not a turning loose of emotions , but an escape from emotion ; it is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality . But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from...
