Perfect Mate
By Sharon T. Collins
I married you when I was young,
It made me take my place,
I hung upon a shelf with others,
Waiting for a signal,
That comes with no response,
Instructions never written,
Shown no signs forbidden,
Comfort finally takes the shape,
Next to you I sleep in rhythm,
Forever now you are my fate,
A perfect you, a perfect mate.
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