She haunts my thoughts and yet uplifts them so
A princess with a pauper in her wake
Id pluck the very moon to let her know
Id love her till the end in mercys sake
And now she stands, perfection born of Eve
A dream girl in a league of boundless grace
Although Id 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














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what a lucky girl...
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Cruciatus Animus, Pius Vates
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