Softness was lost,
until it found your sweet soul.
Stars found their mirror,
when your beauty came to view.
Love found its purpose,
when it looked into your trusting eyes.
Kindness found you,
and loved you,
and became you.
and I will be lost,
if ever you should leave.
September 24,2013
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