Happiness

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From the age old tradition,
Of two souls bonding
She was made from the stars
That lit up early mornings.

She shows traces of celestial bodies,
With her smile like a crescent moon,
And twinkling eyes that swirl with magic.

She's gentle and kind,
Understanding and simply divine.
Her beauty is simple yet captivating.

She is what keeps the darkness away,
She is the flint that sparks the lighter.

The reason as to why,
I speak of this woman,
Is because I want you to know,
That she is what reminds me
Of happiness and all that is pure.

She is joy in Its purest form,
And no one can tell me otherwise.



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