To love her, is to taste her, feel her, cherish her, adore her, bless the ground she walks on, take a bow she’s your princess hold her tight, keep her safe and warm through the nights, kiss her soft and gently on her lips, cotton candy reminisce you of your first circus trip touch her nose, caress her toes massage her hips, an exhibit to be cherish while sipping on the finest champagne take her hands, fly her to undiscovered land because you’re her Clark Kent at night you’re superman open her heart, bare your soul, never apart, look in her eyes,taste her cries, her minerals she shed for you to strive, rescue her from degradation and rise her to the skies. take her from your side,and placed her as a trophy on the center of your stage, to be admired by rose parades rub her shoulders fine,as your lips fire her by the tide ,be her friend, and be concern, because you are her diary, yearning to copyright her stories. From her last yin yang glories, in conclusion promising her you will love her to the end while on one knee, holding a five karat diamond ring.