Magical were her eyes,
Distress was her soul,
She was a walking Enigma.
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MOONLIGHT
PoetryDedicated to My Love #The_Criminal Thought to find a way.. But some day ill make it, even if it takes it on us hundred years. Life had many levels, She is my life.. Her soul, the bad and the good in her. Her smile what I found in a million. Stronges...
Enigma
Magical were her eyes,
Distress was her soul,
She was a walking Enigma.
