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She, that came into my life
To be my wife.
Yes that is spoken for the future
She, whose blood runs in my veins
Whose emotions I sense with my guts.

She, whose heart desires float in my brains
Her whose image is a portrait in my head.
I swear her grave would be my grave
And I will rest on her lips still,
Feel her still,

With the body cold, breathlessly
Surely that will tear me apart.
Course nothing will ever make more sense
in her absence,
But in the memories we both shared I will live.

She, whose inner voice calls me in my sleep
Where At a distance It feels like I am locked up in her feelings
She, whose presence switches on my body
She, whose touch magically carry me to mountain heights

Her, whose smile Leaves Fireflies in my stomach
The only thing that makes perfect sense, she is
In this world so troubled and complicated.
In my smallest planet She is the "sun"

She, who fills all the empty spaces inside of me
Her, who awakens so much strength inside of me.
She, whose existence, connects all the dots
the flow we take,
like we know what the future holds.

Our story If I am to tell,
I bet the birds will stop for a second
And for a minute the world will be silent.

My throat If I clear,
I bet the rivers will stop flowing,
And in amazement all living beings will gather,
How I fell in love with her and not 'him'.

How true it feels,
Her love heals.
As we resonate at the same frequency,
Intertwined our souls remain.

Like there is clemency we enjoy each other,
Our bond is reciprocated,
Even Death won't do us apart.
Never will it be adjudicated,
Course it is communicated to high levels,

what we have runs deep,
Kindred soul, it is how we are defined

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