By Daniel Mapp

This is a dedication to a x. We are no longer see each other, yet we are friends. This poem is attended for anyone, no matter how their relationship is sat. Enjoy.

It is she that I desire, whom renews me as the dawn.

She is graceful as the spring fawn.

It is she.

Today I love her even tomorrow.

My heart towards her fails to have sorrow.

It is she.

She is as fresh as the mourning dew.

My heart smiles when she praises the work I do.

It is she.