Her
Her touch is the wind,
fleeting, quiet
Her voice is poetry,
every single word settles
deep inside my heart
Her eyes are the night sky,
filled with a soul of darkness
graced with a heart of light
Her gaze is the sunset,
it lights me on fire.
Her love for me is evermore,
and my love for her is everlasting
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