Her angelic frame, glowing softly against the fires light. The embodiment of purity and grace, and here she sits before me. Her beauty treading on my
heart. Entangling me in her warm embrace. Her voice, like a delicate harmony, winding through the hills and valleys before it calls me to her.
Across in intimate distance,
Beauty of life defined through her presence,
Unnatural control of emotions describing my true humiliating feelings,
One chance, one moment, to capture one of god’s finest,
Only to be shot down in my sky of hope,
And bleed to death from my knife of disappointment.
For me and her, was not, nor will be ever.
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