Green-Eyed Woman

This poem I did not run through the usually checks before posting. I hope it's alright. It seems to be on my quick check.

There is a woman that is forming in my mind.
She is a woman of the wet and wild kind.
Her green eyes are all filled with love and lust.
Her heaving breasts show off her enormous bust.
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The fire that is burning deep within our souls,
started when my heart was shot so full of holes.
I have been asking myself and her with a single thought,
why can’t people be happy, happy with what they’ve got?
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My wife says she found another man that she loves.
She met him one night while carousing through the clubs.
She says she wants to be with him for now and evermore,
and her life with me now has really become such a bore.
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I guess there’s nothing I can say, nothing that I can do.
By the way she is talking, it’s obvious we are through.
I guess for now this green-eyed woman living in my head,
will be the one to stand beside me and lay with me in bed.
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I’m sure that someday, somehow I’ll get over loving her.
But for now there just doesn’t seem to be any cure.
Someday my green-eyed woman will finally be my wife.
She’ll walk out of my head and right into my life.