Freedom and love meet together in her eyes,
a fluttering elegance in a whimsical wind.
Expanding wings of soaring insight,
her grandiose stories are like poems of rhythmic zeal.
Undressing before my very eyes,
she reveals her naked soul, bruised and curvaceous.
Her words soothe with eloquent, vivacious words,
baring truth to the only sound that remains a whisper.
All of a dream, she is like an opiate swell of billowy rest
for a weary heart to find peace.
Longing silent embers burn
from everlasting sage for her.
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