Me and my collateral,
most of the definitions but behind.
She bewitched me with loving intentions,
and an aromatic spikenard fine.
I cannot see her faults,
nor
do I believe they exist.
And if I’m the victim of a blinding fog,
persist mist, persist.
© Joel Tipple
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Write here, Joel. 
🙂 Your wife will be happy to read your beautiful poetry to describe her
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She was! Thank you, Yoshiko.
Welcome, Joel 🙂