She beautifies her eyes upon my ogre filled darkness. Her fondness and joy are stronger than the gnarled demons who reside within. Like frightened rodents they flee from the light of her spirit. Never before has one so lovesome and gentle been at my
Like the Philosopher King she leads me from the dark shadows to the bright truth above. Till the day I spied her delicate love, trust was vacant inside of me. For I know that betrayal is not present in her bosom.
Her love knows no limit, her loyalty knows no bound. All who know her are sweeter for her smile. Her grace renders hope to those seeking acceptance. Her walk is as the butterfly's dance above nature's golden garden.
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