His thoughts brushed her,
Like the early spring morning,
Gentle breeze,
Making her smile,
Embracing her in a manner,
She couldn’t help,
But love life,
And everything that surrounded her,
She convinced flowers to bloom,
And the lonely lark to plume,
She sparkled everything,
That remained in any desolate state,
For his thoughts were by her side,
And she soared.

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