forever she

Steve Pearson Poetry

words,
even in their
finest clothes
full of grace
will fail to find
the beauty of your face,
the wind upon your hair
like cherry blossomed breeze,
your smile
like sunlight upon you
it’s warm embrace
raises me, and too
brings wonder
that this you give
by being you.

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