Golden hair frames the face of an angel.
Smiles that warm my day like a thousand suns.
A heart that loves like no other I know.
Imagination of the most vivid of dreamers.
Touch softer than the petals of fresh flowers.
Passion to make only her and I exist in the world.
Love as strong as all of nature's power.
But all her fire has left me with nothing
More than the memory of those days
Spent cradled in the splendor that is your love.
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