At twenty-six, a gentle flame,?
A golden heart, a glowing name.
?With grace she walks, with light she stands,
?A scholar's mind, with helping hands.
What once began with drinks and cheer,?
Evolved into a bond so dear.
?Not bound by blood, but something more,
?A kindred soul I now adore.
She’s laughter in the darkest night,?
She’s wisdom when the path’s not right.
?An...
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