Her

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She is beauty and pain,

The rebellious nature

Of my brain,

She is the heart

Of my every waking hour,

And the soul of each day.

She lives in my mind,

Inside the prettiest place,

Where tears have forgotten

To cry like rain.

I am in awe of her essence,

And the meaningful words of her fate.

I hope that life grants me enough time,

To love her until my dying days;

So that she can see herself,

Through my eyes,

And know that she will be loved,

Until the end of time.

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Wallis May Streete

Mother of three. Freelance writer. Poet. Lyricist. Dreamer. “We are lost souls trying to find the light, and when we do, we dance with shadows.”