The woman I love is like a single rose petal,
fragile and beautiful.
She can be as clear as finely-cut glass
yet she has a thousand complexities.
She is as soft as freshly fallen snow
but steely in her resolve.
She bows to nobody's will yet worships
the one she loves unconditionally.
Her love may be elusive to everyone
but I alone hold the key to her heart.
When I found her she had been betrayed
and it is now my charge to protect her,
to comfort her, to love her and shield
her from all life's cruelties and pain.
I am her guardian, her overseer,
her lover and her eternal partner.
She is the missing piece to the puzzle
that is my life, as I am to hers.
She is my confidante, my friend,
my co-conspirator and the fuel which powers me.
But most of all, she is my sweetheart,
and I love her so.
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