The Poetry of Her

No one can match the beauty of my beloved.

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The field is ours today on this sunny mid-June morning. The drive away from our work week and on to greener pastures from the clutter of the city always does us both good. It’s not long before we have the picnic blanket spread out on the grass and she lies down while closing her eyes. The touch of sunlight makes her smile in a familiar way that tells me she’s…