She asks me
to note her best features.
I start thinking
about the way her hips sway
as the sun sets.
About how her face
is the prototype of perfect.
She is
an example of excellence.
But,
none of that is important.
I will not
call her pretty.
She
is so much more.
She
is my cheerleader
and coach,
Hope and love
personified,
and given a voice.
She is reason
and balance.
Strength and conditioning
for challenges
that may come.
She taught me
not to run.
To sit,
and to listen.
But not obey
my fears.
Her best feature
is not being able
to describe how amazing
she is.
She just
is.
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