Her
Her eyes twinkle like a million stars exploding
Her skin is like a silver moon shining in the night.
The wind blows through her hair showing its untamed ferocity.
Her joyful brown eyes convey her innocence.
She laughs so purely as if a single note rings through the air.
To her all things are to cherished and never to be left.
The beauty of one so bright can never be dampened, and her grace sways the hearts of all who look upon her.
She protects her loved ones with the ferocity of a lioness and the beauty of one too.
She captures the mind of mine and never can I rest without her image.
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