The Beauty of a Lifetime
There she was one day
Sitting in the chair across the room
She was smiling a smile that glows like the sun
Her hair the color of a cool night sky
Her eyes the color of the bark of the most beautiful tree
Her personality the very definition of perfection
Then I see a man sit beside her
I finally catch myself
I realize she will only exist in my mind
Because she will never be mine
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