Treasure Her
When you hold her tight
Do you smell her hair
Does she smell of roses
and all things fair
When she cries
do you see the sadness
The fear in her eyes
of past transgressions
hurt, fear, lies
Do you know who she is
what makes her tick
the small little freckles
the whimsical tricks
Appreciate the small things
that what makes her real
your happiness is her happiness
she makes you feel
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