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Trinity
I think I’ve found the perfect person for me.
Is that really corny to plea?
My maiden is quite fair;
She has blonde, wavy hair.
Amazingly deep green/hazel eyes;
Her dorky laugh gives me butterflies.
She’s stronger than me,
Mentally and Physically.
I imagine being with her five, ten years from now.
How beautiful, strong, and flawless art thou?
My world comes crashing down when I like someone this much,
Yet I let myself fall head over heels and such.
Am I so delusional to believe in love?
I’m an olive branch and she is a dove.
We joke about getting married five years from now,
A wedding outside on a farm somehow.
Blue Ridge mountain range for a honeymoon.
Why can’t five years come soon?
I am Ralph Waldo Emerson and she is the morning mist.
She is nature and I am a transcendentalist.
I adore her and I love feeling like this.
I want everyone to know the one I long to kiss.
I hope the news spreads like wildfire in a drought.
I want everyone to know that I haven’t a single doubt
That I am the luckiest woman alive.
I am waiting for the day to arrive
When I can legally marry my sweet morning mist
And be lawfully wed and lovingly kissed.