She was only slight
And
petite of height
Her
complexion light
Her
smile so bright
Her
hair was brown
Her
eyes looked down
She
never wore a frown
But
a halo for a crown
Her
eyes were green
And
her intellect keen
Her
limbs lithe and lean
With
the poise of a queen
An
angel in human form
Protecting
me from the storm
Her
embrace both soft and warm
From
despair I will transform
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