Her smile, as bright as the sun,
Her hair, darker than the night.
No matter the situation, when I see her,
I always find myself smiling.
I still remember that day,
When she kissed me in the heavy night rain.
She cried and whispered, 'Never leave me.'
I wiped her tears, held her close,
And softly said, 'I'll always love you, my dear.'
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