Her hair was black as the night,
waving into the wind.
A face without any fear,
the unknowing embellished her.
A smile what could return the dead,
framed with delicate red lips.
Reddish cheeks on a pale skin.
embraced by light and warmth
She had those elegant hands,
only a thouch was needed to make a heart of stone full of love.
Sparking eyes,
so dark but yet so light.
But she will always stay
an humble woman.
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