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She was not beautiful
She did not shine
with youth and splendor
taught and supple
without flaw
He thought she was resplendent

She was not elegant
She did not walk
with her head held high
sweeping the floor
sophisticated and sure
He thought she was grace

She was not funny
She did not possess
a quick wit
a boundless sense of humor
always reserved and cautious
She never failed to made him laugh

She was not feminine
She did not fit
into the dainty
confines of a skirt and heels
never frail and fine
He thought she was a rose

She was a woman
Full-bodied and tender
aged and mature
private and circumspect
She would always be

Everything he ever wanted

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