Her - Poem by Brandon Griffee
Gaze into the orbs of completion,
sense the warmth,
Taste the fulfillment of prayers,
smell the meadow of hearts,
Wrap your arms around the world.
Fiddles play the songs of us,
An orchestra performs eternity,
The sun shines on two,
God has the future's clue,
Leading us to the sky.
True beauty is the material of bliss,
never fades with the death of time.
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