She will be missed
when I die,
Her look, her smile, her laugh
When she would be kissed
her eyes, blue as the skies
my loneliness
is cured when she arrives
Her beauty
least important, but ever radiant
it glows
brighter than any known gradient,
But her love
her love makes me shine
When I die
she will always be there,
When I die
for me she would care,
When I die
we will be one.
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