Why I never write about her
She is like summer
All light and sunshine
Verdant and full of life
All her days
She shines and laughs
A nimbus blue moon
Lighting the dark
All her nights
She has white paint in her hair
A dollop on her pullover
Spatters on her black heeled boots
And eyes that glow with joy
She asks why I never write about her
How could I do anything but fall short
She deserves better than a curmudgeon such as I
But she is happy and that is the best I can do
She shines
And I remember bright lit days
She shines
And I remember moonlit nights
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