One could Find her comparable
To first breaths on winter morning
Scented autumn breezes
And brazen Sunlight warming your back
One could find comfort
In the sound of her lovely voice
Her soft, lingering embrace
Within her rich brown eyes
One could feel sorrow
At the absence of those eyes
Or hesitation of her touch
Or at her moments of silence
One could find a lone fanatic
However, she will not
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