My Only Love
I love this boyish, tennis waist,
This chin, this nose, that noble poise,
Although I note with some distaste,
Those lines like lace about the eyes.
I love the timbre of this voice
That rings enticing to my ear,
Adore the way no vulgar price
Denies me things I must have, dear.
You give me all your love and passion,
Not one scintilla do I lack
When I reciprocate I ration
My love for you - but hey, stand back
For just a moment and see why,
you worship me as much as I.
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