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The love is lopsided, but that’s quite alright;
our love is not the kind of passionate nights.
Avuncular’s the word that fits to a T;
though she’s no relation love her endlessly.

Corozon skips a beat when ojos spy her
she’s such a fine woman to her praise her worth.
My eyes I avert as I calmly assert
that she’s raison dêtre when labor exert.

Keeps me straight and narrow, begs I stay on task;
know I’m victorious when I make her laugh.
Our respect’s mutual and for her I try
to be the better me that inside me lies.

Like knight of yesteryear rise to her defense
but know she’s got my back when work life turns tense.
Perfect she is not but love this woman’s quirks
she is the loveliest reason that I work.

Ode to my woman-child, ode to coworker
she is my morning star worthy of vespers.
Just quarter century that she’s walked the Earth
she’s great beyond her years so I praise her worth.

The love is lopsided, but that’s quite alright;
our love is not the kind of passionate nights.
Avuncular’s the word that fits to a T;
though she’s no relation love her endlessly.