she's too good for me.
too much
fun.
too sane,
too smart.
she eats well, reads well
and
writes hand written
notes
to say thank you.
she knows how to tie
a bow.
wrap
a box,
fold a fitted sheet.
she can
bake a dozen cookies
without burning
a single one.
her kisses are sublime.
her hands know where i want
her hands to be.
she's too good for
me.
I have to keep this
to myself.
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