A love poem about big women.

Some think of her as fat, ugly and grotesque,
Yet she does not feel fat when I hold her in my arms.
She does not look ugly when I gaze upon her face.
She does not seem grotesque when I kiss her.
For I love her.
I can not wait until the day she carries our love within her.
For she is mine within my heart and she will always be with me.

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