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She was soft fruit

Ripe fruit

Succulent to me

Full of flavour

So tasty

She was strong yet sweet

And full bodied to me

She was a natural beauty

She never required

Any embellishments

She was a perfect feminine

Class and stylish enlightenment

I believe she was heaven sent

Her attitude of loving all

Her compassion always on call

Head over heels I did fall

At her feet I was weak and small

But she was gracious and saw me as equal

This woman of such feminine divine

Offered me a part of her life and time

And I knelt before her down on one knee

And promised to serve her faithfully

And in return she offered her succulent flavours to me

In a relationship built on serving each others needs

Two spiritual beings living in harmony.