Her Beauty
is sweeping
as the wind
on moon-lit night
warmer
than morning sunshine
quicker
than a friend
that's never shy
from a long way off
you can see the love in her eyes
Her Beauty lives
for ever and ever
and never dies
Her Beauty
is the reason why
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Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
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