"She was the precious rose to my garden. With the way she smelled like fresh sweet raspberries and the way she smiled like the sun had blossomed into her cheeks and the sparkling of her hypnotic forest green eyes, she was nothing less than a mesmerizing piece of artwork and I was the painter who even saw beauty in her perfect thunder storms."
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