“It’s in her decadence that I lose my commen sense. It’s in her beauty I lose myself to poetry. It’s in her ways that has me in a love filled haze. It’s in her voice that leaves me no choice. It’s in her eyes that make me soar the skies. It’s in her walk that leaves me unable to talk. It’s in her life that she lives and all that she gives that has me thinking she’d be a perfect wife. It’s in her no need to rush in that makes me totally give in. It’s in her heart I want to beat within and never ever be apart again.”
“Rinehart’s Poetry” by Ryan L. Rinehart
Rinehart Writes 