Poetry

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Her eyes blink with a twinkle
Her hair shines with a black lustre
Her voice creamed with honeyed words
Her appearance gives me a moment of awkward
Her ears are the best place to lay my voice
Her presence is woven with poise
Her dreams are beyond reach
Her touch has become a fantasy niche

Her pink obsession has drive me to the wall
But I shall always be waiting for her call

Her culinary passion got me off the track
But I shall always be missing for her snack

Her tears
Had become my raw animal fears

Her fears
Had become an echo of my tears

Her true happiness will be my pride
Her memories with me will be by my side
Her sobs will have a place to lie
Her joy will have no place to die

Her sugar-coated smile
Make me feel it is worth the while

Her vanilla serenity
Topped on a cone of complexity

Her caramel sweetness
Melted on a heart of a princess

Her sight will be the light at the end of the tunnel
Her scent will be the night raining floral petals
Her taste will be the chocolate on cheesy pretzels

The other side of my pillow is inhabited with dust
The emotional part of me is beginning to rust
Her departure was only the start
Even we are apart
Her footprints had been etched deep down in my heart

Waiting for a time
Where fate twisted out of its rhyme
Fireflies light up the night sky
On the ground we lie
With stars flickering
Crickets start singing
Herself in a white angelic dress
From my lips I confess
I love her

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