Pluck her not like a flower,
though she is the most beautiful of all…
Care for her like a child,
for she carries the one within her heart…
Ever look beyond her smile —
she holds a whole spring of happiness…
She has everything, and yet
she deserves more than a shadow of you…
And one morning, we cheer;
but she is in everything, and shines…
Far beyond the horizon of imagination,
she is the one — with everything in her eyes…
And travelling every day through her memories,
I wonder: is she the journey, or the destination?
But should I ever find the most beautiful place,
it would be no better than her heart…
The longer you stay with her, in joy,
the more beautiful the memories she makes — forever.
Her eyes may seem lost and alone at times,
but she is more beautiful than ever…
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