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She haunts my thoughts and yet uplifts them so
A princess with a pauper in her wake
I’d pluck the very moon to let her know
I’d love her till the end in mercy’s sake

And now she stands, perfection born of Eve
A dream girl in a league of boundless grace
Although I’d cease to be if she did leave
My memories will still preserve her face

I loathe myself in sight of this divine
To breathe her very scent lights up my soul
An intellect that far surpasses mine
To hold her softened hands would make me whole

To please her is the core of my belief
For she is both the sharpener and the sheaf
©2007-2009 ~autumn-cannibal
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This girl does exist...I think

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:iconzandragon:
This is just lovely *sigh*

what a lucky girl... :D
:iconautumn-cannibal:
Thank you so much. Unfortunately, I never gave the girl this sonnet, but your appreciation is very optimistic

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Cruciatus Animus, Pius Vates

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