sophisticated and elegant, she strolls into my life,
weaving her wake of adoration,
while sewing seeds of sensation,
she instills dreams of dedication, i'd love her as my wife.

her unrivaled beauty, it captures my eye,
as her hair swirls into her face,
i find myself in her grace,
as i wait for her to embrace, will my acknowledgment be nigh?

illusions for playmates, my mind will they tease,
but for now ill lay dormant,
and suffer my torment,
i pray she will consent, and then i'll be pleased.

for my aesthetic woman, whose traits are perfect,
once a fairy tale quintessential,
her importance forever essential,
to my being shes existential, does she know of what she affects?
 
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