She Is
She smiled and she was gone, like a fleeting dream, dreaming...
Like a distant scream, screaming...
She lit up the heavens with her golden eyes...
The stars bowed to her, for she owned the skies...
The clock halted its hands when she entered the room...
She tended to hang out where perfection looms.
Love is not love when she isn't around...
My down is up and my up is down...
She changed my world and made it new...
I'm not sure I can ever bid her adieu..
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