You are the wind behind my words.
My appreciation for you girds
My swelling pride, my swollen praise,
My wordplay and my turn of phrase.
Your face outstrips sculpture by half,
Know how to dance and when to laugh.
You're enticing when you stay or go.
Enticing's, moving's what you know.
You're superficial, incomplete.
You can't inspire Donne's conceits.
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