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To the only star in the night sky,
She walks with all the fires of the sun,
Yet with each step the majesty of the moon.
Her eyes pierce with an icy glare,
Yet her gaze is warm as if a kindling flame.
She speaks with the might of a thunderstorm,
Yet her words are gentle as an autumn breeze.
Her wrath akin to a clash of swords and shields,
Yet her laughter a merry festival.
She opposes all that is wicked and vain,
Yet a wretch like me her sweet embrace claimed.
To my one and only,
Evangeline
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d.k. lark
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PoetrySimp behaviour ngl. I hope she never sees this... This is my attempt at writing romantic poems in such a way that mimics or imitates the personality and attitude of some well-known fictional characters. Whatever or whoever the inspiration may be.
