Her, never easily forgotten.
Her, the ideal picture of humanity.
Sun silk skin.
Nothing feeble, cadaverous.
More above countenance, and perfect sincerity.
Though she is luminous beyond comparison, her heart holds heavy.
Giving me a feel of trepidancy.
The comparison to wisteria only seems absurd, as she would win.
Her sun silk skin.
My love, my love.
Beautiful eyes, emerald to a tint.
I love her more than love itself.
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