Ode To My Lori
Your torrid feminine allure stoked my desire,
Like an ancient dragon breathing on Hell’s fire,
Our spirits began to dance,
A sultry minuet,
Spiraling higher than we could ever expect,
A universe of stars could,
Never glisten as bright as your eyes,
The grandeur of your smile,
Eclipses an auroral sunrise.
Your wit is as sharp,
As a Groucho Marx line,
Your intellect is on a par,
With Albert Einstein.
Your compaction dictates,
You take the underdog’s side,
And by nature,
You could not even a fly.
Your capacity for love,
Is like no other,
You are an artist, a musician,
A mother and my lover.
Now that you don’t have,
Time to grow old,
Everyone’s heart you touch,
Turns to gold.
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