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March 2002 Poetry He is the sunrise,
of my morning.
He is as sweet as,
a fresh picked strawberry.
He is as sturdy as a hiking boot,
put through everything,
but still dependable,
in the end.
My true “sole” mate.
He is the wind song,
playing in my ear.
He is the chain,
that binds us together.
He is as relaxing as,
a summertime ride,
in a convertible,
with the top down.
He’s modern,
but also old fashion.
Like he came from a time,
when boys were made,
into gentlemen.
He’s soothing,
like the sound of a waterfall.
He is my happiness,
with which he brings.
He is my mountain,
lifting me high.
He is full,
of so much color.
Not just one,
but many.
He the cheerfulness of yellow,
passionate as red,
he is a playful pink,
and a soothing blue.
My rainbow in the sky.
In just one word,
he is my everything.
~*~ Jill ~*~
