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The Love Poem
My hands are in love with her
My eyes are in love with her eyes
My nose is in love with her scent
My ears are in love with her voice
My heart is in love with her

For when I touch her skin
My hands get a buzz from the power
When I look into her eyes
My vision is blurred from the beaty
When I sit next to her
My nose clears from the scent
And when she opens her mouth to speak
It is as though I hear an angel

It is because of all of this
I know that I love her

David C. Bailey
June 6, 2001
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