Every sunrise waits for her eyes to open,
The soft wind blows to touch her skin,
and caress her soft hair, Her fair reflection adorns the mirror in it's solitude,
Every smile waits for her lips to part,
Every morning she dances with the butterflies,
And kisses the dewy roses red,
She is the poem of a poet's ingenuity,
She is the harmony of a melodious song,
So divine an influence she has on me,
And I know her tears she sheds for me,
She opens her eyes and make me see,
the light in a different light.
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