How fortunate am I?
Despite the smog of hate and war,
Not a thing is awry.
Over thoughts of pain and gore, I can only adore.
The gentle apex is she of this sudden glee,
The shy muse that brought you this art.
With no doubt, this joyous bout is over my Baylee, plain to see.
I felt an apparent wondrous feeling, when I met her at the start.
Beginning the trial, I'll try my best to ease her rest.
My only regret, hurting her, in confused times.
Tears and feelings of worry, unworthy are I of her brunette crest.
After piecing the painful puzzle, now am I happily refreshed, and she's mine.
Incandescent is her beauty, which keeps me at a yet unended pleasure.
Irresistable is she, but nothing of it should be resisted.
Like a boat on a dock, our beings are tethered, when we're together.
Such a blessing, to discover her inner beauty, so mystic.
Enough would be this poem to show fully the masterpiece that is she,
If ever an infinite expansion of beauty and love could be put into words.
My joy is the glory of being with her and the nothings in my ear that she whispers so sweet.
For now, and hopefully ever, the plight is over, and I've realized this purpose to serve.
-Danny Wharton
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