The Paintbrush Of My Soul

On this day of giving thanks, I praise how me you’ve pleased;
As I watch you brush your silken tress, cascading to your knees!
Each stroke creates a canvas rare, of beauties’ epitome;
A portrait of pure perfection, you have painted just for me!
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All day I long to hold you near, and draw you close to kiss;
I have never felt such love before, my Soulmate brings such bliss!
For decades I was searching for, “The Keeper of My Heart”;
And the moment that I saw you, I felt “true love” then impart!
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You have brought me to Nirvana, with the path you’ve aptly lain;
I soar to distant Galaxies, on your Magic Carpet Mane!
You mesmerize me Angel, as I watch its downward roll;
Each lovely strand so perfect, The Paintbrush Of My Soul!
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                      You bring me true joy
                   For as your beautiful hair
                       My love ever grows