She and Her Beauty : A Poetry Collection by Benedetta Giava

Her

I found her, all alone, with the dust embraced her so dearly

Everyone thought she would never be taken, never be loved

But then there I was, stood before her, look at her

I took her by the hand, I took her home with me

I take her, I hug her, I kiss her, I cherish her, I love her.

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