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Her heart is a song that holds my hand.
Her brown eyes pierce my soul, familiar, but mysterious.
She’s outwardly shy, with a wild fire inside; she often hides it, but I can see.
She’s painted in shades of passionate gentleness, soft strength, brave innocence, and beautiful hope.
Through all the troubles of the world, and all the weight it lays, she manages to smile, bringing joy to others.
I only met her once, but I know there’s no one else like her. Irreplaceable; I have to see her again.
R.P.D. Sanders
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