Sunlight streamed through the bedroom window,
Late morning sun peeking through,
As he studied her delicate form.
Her hair locks of ebony,
Her lips a blossoming rose,
Her eyes, though fluttered closed, two saphhire gems.
Her figure one of perfection.
Her smile a revelation,
Her laugh like tinkling bells,
Her voice that of an angel.
Her joy a marvel,
But her sorrrow, like betrayal.
Like no grief should ever dare touch her,
Such an innocent soul.
And every moment with her
was like a whirlwind of color,
a dash of livelihood,
a lifetime spent in just a moment.
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salvation
Poesía"and isn't it terrifying? that in a fraction of a moment you can fall in the kind of love that takes a lifetime to get over."
