Her, always her.


Her hair is like a colorful night.

her eyes a peaceful storm,

the thought of loss gives me a fright,

the likes of which I can't ignore.


A touch so soft I wish to purr,

a smile like the brightest sun,

I hope she knows that I love her,

before our time together is done.


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