The more I get to know you,
The more my love grows.
That’s why you are worthy
Of poetry, not prose.
I can’t help but wonder
How much my love shows
In my smiles, gentle hugs,
With each kiss on your nose.
What I know about you
Is all just so right
While new things I learn
Bring surprise and delight.
And, as into you,
I gain more insight
My passion for you
Just increases in height.
In bright shining armour,
You are my white knight.
(c)Practicing Poetess poetry
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