
She is bright lights and cityscapes
She is sunbeams across the water in summertime
She is a warm breeze brushing against a chilled bone
She is a soft melody drifting in a hard storm
She is fresh red roses on a sunken two-hundred-year-old grave
She is a pen writing every word of her own gospel every time her sweet voice chimes
She is the first snow of the season;
Quiet and timeless
She is a goddess;
Strong and never forgotten
She is my heartbeat;
Steady and alive
She is the joy in a smile and the sparkle in a love-stricken eye
She is bright lights and cityscapes –
Breathtaking and all the while
In her own ray of sun,
Warm and singing…


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