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My poem - it's simple verse, do you like it?
Here is the marriage of my soul, to the only heart that makes mine whole. She is more beautiful than the sweetest summer day. My perfect Amy is the Everything I crave, and my solace always, ever. I love her - let the world be what may. I’ve not cause, nor care save she. And if it’s wrong to say, do not ask that I be right, for the truth is all I care to speak. Oh Heart, mine. Oh Love, mine. Oh nothing more could words attempt, than to offer apology for their lack. It is all I can do to try, and try. Though words fail to paint the truth, let these words at least pretend. Love always, love true. Love the us, the me, the you.
The title is, as it happens:
Ode to Amy (in simple free verse)
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