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Some Love Sheep Others Love Artist

I will probably fall in love with an artist of some sort,
Who is as much crazy as she is beautiful.
She, the woman who will fill my life with pain and happiness
will inspire me, challenge me, push me, drive me,
caress me, love me, and at moments hate me.
I will write book after book, detailing our lives
of all the nonsense that we encounter on our journeys.
She will claim that I am detached at times.
I will call her a narcissist.
We will end every argument between the sheets. Provocative
My artist will surprise me with gifts
of pleasantries and intoxication.
I will cook her breakfast; served in bed.
We will enjoy drinks in the bath tub, lit by glitter and gold.
Our home will have walls reinforced by books.
Summers will be spent traveling.
There would be no wedding,
just a night of friends, family and inebriation.
Most would look at us and think we were insane
perhaps too erotic and filled with imagination.
We would look at most and think, sheep
They are all the same.
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