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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