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Words seem to flow
As ink touches my paper
And why not!
I write about a person,
Much dear to me, that
I fear, even these words wonэt do justice.
Not even the priceless gems
can replace what she has given me…
A companionship so pure.
She is my candle, all the way through
but the dripping wax never hurts.
Like a rabbit out of a magicians hat
produces she,
happiness and warmth at will.
thankful to fate I am,
that it brought us together.
I have never felt more magic
than when we are together.
it grows now all the more
All though we are now apart.
that is why u are all the more special…
I have found a World in you
I hope you find one in mine.
All the while…
My ink hasn't dried
and I know that
it will never dry.