by Shinobi   Feb 5, 2011

She calms the storm with a touch
Her laugh softens my soul
With eyes beautiful as such
As all the beauty she stole

Sun rises to greet each morning
Banishing away from her light
While skies outside are storming
Her smile shines through the night

A voice soft as an angel's song
Heavens adore her every grace
For she stands, fragile yet strong
No sorrow behind a solemn pace

All the world await her arrival
As she strolls in her calm pace
For when I fight for my survival
In her I find my grace


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