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P. 5
You are a poem
Your hazel eyes
are poems without words,
the color that is missing in my rainbow
a smile that bewitches me,
a scent that calms the storm,
candle shining among the stars
more beautiful than all, your spirit,
a solid spring of peace
source of unrelieved happiness
You are amber dew,
spark of blue in a sea of ebony
oasis murmuring in a lava desert
spring water requested by my thirst
the feather that beats the sword,
even far away, my reason for living
