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Love Poem

When I think of her face.
And her warm embrace.
My heart take a dance.
Should I take this chance.

Beauty out and within,
Where do I begin,
Her hands so tender,
I don't want to offend her.

I must now let her know,
Before she does go,
That my love is pure,
And my heart does endure.

I take a chance one day,
And as I finally say,
She said the best line,
You sure took you time.

For she had waited for me,
For the right time to be,
One for her and for I,
To be in union till we die.

Copyright 1990 - 2013 Craig Wadner