Her
Her skin soft
As she sweeps a wisp
Of hair away
Her wrist exuding
A scent of violets
A white cotton handkerchief
With hand embroidered roses
To wipe away tears
And runny noses
Placed carefully
In her right coat pocket
Always at the ready
For anything
That may come her way
Any disaster that would
Surely strike
Her specialties
Holding hands
Hugs and kisses
Making things better
And the world disappear
So it’s only her and you
Safe in her arms
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