The woman who heals when she smiles,
And kills when she is away in miles.
She is my dream of flesh and bone,
Yet her heart is made of stone.
A wonderful imperfect woman,
In a world where perfection wears a crown.
The one who brightens every place she is in,
Even a bleeding lip becomes a smiling one.
She is the one who hurt me the most,
Even when I loved her the longest.
The version of her that I truly loved,
No longer exists, another path has been paved.
She is medicine in human form,
A glowing light within the storm.
Just a little time with her,
And all my worries disappear.
That true and faithful love prevails.
If it doesn't, then it is was not real,
Yet my love for her was true, she didn't feel.
I did not declare my love when she was near,,
But I prove it each day of every year.
Her words and her actions stays with me,
As I chose her, and will choose her for eternity.
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**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.
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