She Was...

She Was...

She was sunshine and moonlight,
The stars in the skies;
The beat of my heart,
The light in my eyes.

The sparkle on snow,
On a cold winter day;
The sweet sound of laughter,
Of children at play.

The whisper of raindrops,
The soft morning dew;
The song of dove,
In a sky kissed by blue.

She was music of angels,
The air filled with song;
The dance in my heart,
The right to all wrong.

She was peace and contentment,
A calm in the storm,
A sweet paraadise,
So safe and so warm.

She was beauty and harmony,
A joy to my soul;
The part that is gone,
Where once I was whole.

She was...

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