The celestial heavens are filled with Entities of existential wisdom and power The power of life itself And the beauty of one soul exists Within this great realm of shadow She is the embodiment of purity And my love for her is truly grand Her beauty is multifaceted I can only imagine that she feels for me And does not really know me Only in my penned thoughts She posesses the compassion Of a league of angelic visions Full of purity and love. To conquer the heavens With her ultimate beauty For I will never truly deserve her And her heart is capable of healing The most treacherous soul Making it one with the universe And all the minor souls Are but blinded by her affection. But as for my soul, It flourishes with a bright light. The light of love. And it will never die As long as I have her in my dreams. For without that, I shall be consumed with trepidation But with her in my heart, I shall live on for eons And thus she is a celestial beauty Of eternity.
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