And she is beautiful. She has power over me.
Gold and grass were combined to make her eyes. Pink roses and snow were combined to make her smile. Coffee beans and chocolate to make her hair.
God made her in His image. But He imprinted said image into my mind, and I am grateful, and He dawned her upon me.
And she is beautiful.
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Her
PoetryIt's her. It can only be her. My desperation has struck new limits for this girl. There are a lot of odds against us. The undeniable attraction. The pain of not being able to touch one another. The scare of our future. And the uncertainty of whether...
