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In a world untouched by darkness' might,
A spirit untouched by sorrow's blight.
She bloomed, pure and filled with grace,
A piece of love, a cherished embrace.
No missteps marked her tender way,
No stains upon her heart's display.
For love embodied her every part,
A gleaming gem within life's chart.
Her presence, soothing as a song,
A beacon bright, where hope belongs.
Within her, love's essence did reside,
A divine fragment, forever tied.
An everlasting masterpiece of heart,
Love personified, a priceless art.
No deeds define her, it's clear and true,
She was love itself, pure and through.
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PoetryHi, It's me, Amy! yeah, I know. Anyway it doesn't matter, Amy just want to share her random thoughts.
