A Beautiful Woman

Standing before the mirror,
brushing her red hair.
She’s a beautiful woman.

I hurt when she hurts.
I laugh when she laughs.
I hold her when she cries.

Tough as nails
and yet tender
she loves fiercly.

She’s in my life.
She is my life.
She is my wife.
She’s a beautiful woman.

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