by feline sphynx

Created on: July 24, 2008

Our paths crossed and I was touched
By her beauty and innocence,
My heart took a photograph of her,
As her thick dark hair hung over her pale face,
yet it could not hide those dark eyes,
Like windows to her soul as they spoke hauntingly out to me,
The freshness of her heart... like a
new born lamb on an early spring morning,
Shone from all that she could see,
Extracting emotions beautiful and new,
From that silent young world of hers,
Thoughts so often left to lie so deep for tears,
Hers is a mind that was blessed to run free
From the frailties of her twisted young body,
Even though hers is a quiet life,
She will be forever close to the gates of heaven.

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