Davon Clark - Her

Blonde, flowing hair with deep, beautiful green eyes,
Whoever gets to marry you won the 1st place prize,
Always keeping me laughing, not a single moment without a smile,
And even though you might get me annoying once in a while,
Who doesn't? It's just the human lifestyle,
But you, you're not human, a bit far from it,
No, don't take it negatively, you're an angel, a perfect fit,
Perfect form for your height, don't forget the silky pearl skin,
And if it's down to you and another girl for a boy, no question, you win,
Speaking of boys, you got a new one every week,
Only because you got the body to-so slender, so sleek,
On a scale from 1-10, babe, you're way off the charts,
Breaking records, breaking necks, always breaking hearts,
But even though you're the brightest snowflake around,
Alot of times, when we talk, you're feelin' down,
I always know, by day's end, there won't be a frown,
You'll be back to the girl I know, I love,
The one I'd do anything for, should push come to shove,
The one this poem's for, the all-around amazing chick,
The only girl for me who's just too good, almost a myth.

Davon Clark

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