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He is The salty grey fog rolling in from the deepest regions of the Alantic Yet also the underside of summer leaves a Golden green The loud and proud religious notes of an Organ Beautiful if played properly A smile so kind and sincer it rivals the sun in warmth Eyes a color, none compares too As if glass hanging from a sill My own joyful rainbows Laughter that sounds like wind chimes and song birds Embraces that melt everything to mist And mist to air A voice smooth and intelligent Itself a brook warbling through the woods He is Light shining from the sky like Orion's belt Bow poised directly at my heart Arrow notched with love light Ensnaring my soul in a vice Never to let go For he is my kindest love -- Note: So I want to put this in a contes however a NOT asking my mother for advise on this one... Like I read the first line with out the He Is and shes like "is it a love poem?" no not happening so do that word ,that I cant spell or pronounce but I know it exists the heck out of this. And tell me I did not screw it up after the organ part because I kind of think I did but it would be crushing