She was the Fire
He was the Ice.
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She was the Life
He was the Death.
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She was the Hope
He was the Despair.
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She was the Queen
He was the King.
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They will always rise up
They are meant to be,
They will meet again.
They are KNIGHT'S
YOU ARE READING
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...
