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When she walked into the room.

It was as if I saw her for the first time.

Still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.

Still at a loss for words when I look at her.

Still in love with everything about her.

Still in love with her.

She captured my heart the first time I saw her.

Sine the first day I saw her,

Time became more than a measure of existence.

Time became her existence.

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Author of “Love Letters: A Collection of Poems” and "The Essence of Love" View all posts by The Brown Sugar Café