Tribute

She's made of the prettiest things.

To her fragrance when she passes by, my wasted heart clings.

She's the song I want to hear

I'm in a trance when she's near

She is perfect in her imperfection

I see happiness in her reflection

She is designed to enchant me

My heart locked, with her you'll find the key

Her aura blinds me

My passion for her would rival the sea

She is my lighthouse on the darkest days

She's the brightest of the sun's golden rays

She is the stars to my night sky

Unreachable, bright and so high

She is my poetry sublime

Loving her was my only crime

She creates my fantasies, gives them life

In some of them she is my wife

She is my past and present

Time works weirdly around her, that I resent.

I pay attention to her every sigh

For her I would gladly die

She is made of the prettiest things

To her fragrance, when she passes by....my wasted heart clings.

For a very special girl who will probably never come to read this

From a very annoying boy who will never tire of writing this.

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