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Her hair is dark as the night, Cascading down her back, cloaking her in mystery. Her eyes are deeper than the night sky itself, And warmer than a hearth fire as it snows. Her body is like a snowflake, Small, petite, beautiful to behold, and like no other. Her voice draws on your soul, Like a violinist's bow on the violins strings. This creature of majesty, wonder, and delight, Is no other than my deepest love, And should my deepest desire ever be fulfilled, She will join me and make my spirit complete. |