2003 was definitely the year
A precious jewel entered my realm invoking fear
Like non before nor since, radiating life unknowingly
We grew up, temporarily going our separate ways
Times without her are substandard, cloudy, a haze
Fooled myself saying, “These other broads love me”
While ignoring her who put none but God above me
Asinine me attempting to overlook her gravitational pull
Eventually realizing we without her is a mechanic without tools
10 years later falsehood fizzles at keeping us apart
Her love is true, it makes me smile with my heart
Through the ups and downs her love for me has remained
Which grew so strong it can’t be contained
This is the true love every man dreams to come upon
A precious jewel whose love is paragon
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