She has,
Icicles in her eyes,
A sunrise in her smile,
And roses in her lips.
She has,
Thunder in her voice,
Snowflakes in her skin,
And a hailstorm in her step.
She has,
A touch like summer rain,
A spirit like the sky,
And the ferocity of the wind.
She is like a hurricane,
And when I see her standing there,
I am blinded by her majesty,
She has sunshine in her hair.
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