Her
Her Beauty,
Surpasses all others.
Her Mind,
Always Working.
Her Lips,
Know just what to say,
And When to say it.
Her Heart,
Made Purely of Gold.
Her Love,
Greater than anyone could show..
Yet she sits in Solitude,
Hiding her Love in the Dark.
Waiting for someone to find Her..
Waiting for someone to Shine a Light,
On her Hidden Love..
Few have done so,
But only to end up Backing away.
Only to Push her Further into the Darkness...
Yet Her Love Stays Pure,
And Great Beyond Description.
She continues on,
Waiting.
Wanting.
Love..
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