Better Than Perfect

Morning sun, open blinds,
Face on chest, hands intertwined,
Waking up, we take our time,
I’m privy to your morning smile.

She’s better than all life combined,
And damn she just gets better
With the pass of time,
Like a classic piece of literature
Or an aging wine,
She’s a perfect girl,
Soon a perfect wife.

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