How can I describe you
to a world that doesn't know
the kind of feeling we live by
that lets each other grow,

the support that flows between us,
like a fine aged wine,
mellow, smooth and fragrent,
picked from the greatest vine?

How could anyone understand,
the feelings that we share,
so divinly perfect,
with a most dramatic flair?

Could they understand the looks we give,
into each others eyes,
nor all that we have been through,
or the things that make us wise?

Could you ever paint a picture,
that describes the two of us,
no, not with out angels hair
woven to the finest brush!

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