Before I met her I was mostly down
I traveled this world with only a frown
When we talked for awhile I found it easy to smile
I was alone
So was she
I needed her
She needed me
Her heart is as golden as the sweetest nectar of the bees
She is as beautiful as a sunset reflecting off the calmest
of lakes on the last day of summer
Her runs in dark rivulets taken that seem taken from old
mother night herself
Her eyes are sparks of stars on the clearest of evenings
When she turns her gaze unto me a comet sails across my
heart and my eyes cloud of visions of what’s to be
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