*Published in Better Than Starbucks 2017
My love, she is a pretty thing,
a dream of girlish charm,
a regular siren when she'd sing
(at least, a car alarm).
She laughs with such a dainty trill,
you'd never think of thunder,
and curses with such modest skill
the devils blush, down under.
She's witty, tasteful, wrinkle-free--
it's like she can't grow older!
You won't hear otherwise from me
since she's reading over my shoulder.
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