She is my candle,
In the lonely Tunnel of Love.
She fills my Soul and addles
My mind. I fly like the Dove.
She gracefully prances like the deer.
She strongly grows from despair.
With her I feel no pain, I feel no fear.
We are two of a kind, we are a pair.
Never fading, never dying.
Always lasting, always flying.
(3/25/2008)
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