June 22, a beautiful creature was born
March 18th, lost her love
Every moment of everyday, always had a friend
She cries, wet- tears dripping
She laughs, bright smile
She look at you with hazel eyes
A hot, cold emotional description
something of fire and ice
All i can ever say is....
I love you
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