My Perfect Mate

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    My Perfect Mate

    To: My Ain True Love

    When I am with him it seems the night will never end.
    I am in his arms and it's like a road that never will bend.
    There is not anything that makes me feel this way.
    That moment he asked me a question that made it a wonderful day.
    I always feel safe around him no matter where we are.
    I just hate knowing Saturday where hes headings going to be far.
    He will return in 8 or 9 days to me.
    Where he is going is no concern it is
    just to his family he needs to see.
    Our devotion to each other is so great.
    I know he is my Perfect Mate!

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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