Sunday

a beautiful soul


you could tell in his eyes that he loved her so.
every time she'd smile the world would shine.
she had the ability to make even the worst days golden.
her soft skin and button of a nose.
her lashes went on for what felt like a century.
he dreams about her lips until he is dead.
her eyes spoke wisdom from within.
Every day was a good day.
she had no time to cry or waste.
she lived as if every day could been her last.
she  would cherish the ground he stepped on.
just one look and she was swept right off her feet.
the lovely words he would sing to her to put her to sleep.
he always let her fall asleep first.
she loved everything about him.

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