Direction



It was easy to let her in. Felt her warmth from a mile away.
The detours of the road led her exactly to where I stay.
She followed all the signs.

In a way, I wasn't hard to find.
Patience & navigation got her where she needed to be.
Long days, short nights filled with street lights, she found her way to me.

In turn I found ways to make her feel at home.
Back rubs, tight hugs, & a glass of wine.
Sticking sticky notes on her purse telling her she's mine.
Another note in her make-up bag telling her she's fine.
Can't tell her enough that her beauty is divine.
Figure I'd tell her once more before we run out of time.

Woman, your beauty is divine!

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