Say something special and watch how her eyes sparkle!
She may not mention, but that warmth in her soul speckles,
And when you take the time
To notice the beauty of what you call ‘mine,’
Her spirits lift and that weighty demon buckles.
Taken aback by your complimentary attack,
She may smile sheepishly or laugh it away,
But you can see she visibly softens
And a simple phrase has made her day.
Be sweet, be caring, be kind with words,
A line of poetry never harmed a fairer lace.
Pick and choose your sweet sympathies
To ensure they bright the right place.
Monday, January 01, 2007
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