To Love
As I slowly count the clouds float across the lifeless clear blue sky
I see the distress grow in her eyes.
It consumes all the she sees.
Everything she had vanished
Gone, in a heartbeat.
Her love was golden like the sun
For she would plant her soul into the ground
Just to protect the little beauty left.
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