She is standing by the window
Looking at the stars
As they twinkle
And twinkle
And give the night sky
The reason to be beautiful
He walks over
And stands beside her
And looks, not at the stars
But at her
Because to him
She is all the reason there is
Why the night is beautiful
Z
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Treasured Memories (Poetry Book Number Three)
PoetryBOOK ONE: BOOK OF MEMORIES BOOK TWO: TREASURES
