Flattering or insulting?

Do it now well here goes.
A poem of love i suppose.
I write about your kind heart.
The smell of roses as you fart.
The graceful way you take to floor.
After you walked into the door.
The way you hold a glass of wine.
The food spillages as you dine.
Your sleek figure full of curves.
The eye twitching with the nerves.
Your sense of fasion and true style.
Although not seen for a while.
Your lips so full and ready to kiss.
That cold sore i'll surely try to miss.
Your hair is so nicely done.
A wig you have more than one.
I wouldn't have you another way.
You are my love till my last day.

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