my love
she looks at me with
awe settling in her pupils;
sweet nectar in my heart.
I love harder because
of her, and no one will
EVER take her place.
my love wakes me up
in the morning when the
sunlight kisses her nose.
I’m alert. I’m aware. I’m
forever changed.
she is my comfort, and
the welcome wagons that
come for me and don’t
want her are unwelcome
A Cornered Gurl 
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