iambic pentameter sonnet

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  Your eyes shone bright into my darkened soul. Your smile lightened up my sorrowful life. Your touch made me leap, made my stomach roll.
Our lady stands upon her pedestal, Her brazen torch a beacon for the free, For in her stance, she breaches the hull, Her sirens song, arise the refugee, To close our walls, such a righteous disguise,
A favorite best friend, perfect for me, A lovely top and so soft underneath, Might be too scorching to all those beneath The sun, but night, he's a savior to me. To leave my friend behind would surely
Of this perception I am curious;  what motivates the human attitude? Who is born more or less delirious, but yet a genius life they should allude. Their inspiration premeditated
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