Crush. A poem.

She gets by
On creative bent
And poor self image
A love of God
And 60’s music
But when she smiles
She’s Aphrodite
All wonder, shine
And wry amusement
And I’m swept away
Off my feet and into dreams
But some dreams can never be
Because life is pure
Reality

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