Love Poem: Her
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Written by: Tom Harnett

Her

Flying through fields
Wind through her tousled ruby hair
Her eyes chocolates, gleaming in the sun
Melting me.
Others are chasing her
But she comes to me
Her gaze a perpetual hug,
As she jumps into my arms
Kissing my face,
Each one a blessing,
Each one a curse
That it doesn't last forever.
She’s over by the trees now
Weaving in and out, wandering, searching.
Then I see it, I grab the plastic bag, 
and pick up the turd that she left there.