Soul Break
What's strange in this picture?
Tell me something as regards her look.
It's the same as existence, as anything pure.
She undoubtedly knows how to cook.
She has a distinct color of hair.
She's so gentle, steadily low, and cool.
Her eyes are rather blue and fair;
I Will say that I believe she has a rule.
I carefully studied the whole room.
She requires me to promise her.
I've gone through my fervid gloom.
There's no arguing all around that fear.
My view of her is almost reasonable.
I'm stuck in the ground now.
There is a vain effect on her syllable.
Yet, I remain calm and slow.
There seems to be no "Heaven."
The base focus, she has an ability.
Then at the core of my heart, forgiven.
It concludes with equal versatility.
03/07/2021
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