Without her, I should dwell in darkness.
Our kisses are to me the sun, the moon, and the stars,
for they are my light.
Yet they are not the only illumination she gives to me.
Even if our lips should never meet again, the memories of her smile,
and the words that she has given me shine like a lighthouse on an unfriendly shore; their light guiding my mind back to the happiness which only she begets.
Her mind glows, bathing mine in the light of wonder,
and she is my muse, for my art flows forth from the wonder that she is.
How can I say this? How can she be so perfect?
I know not. I know only that I love her.
Her name? Emily. Though I’ve known her for but fleeting moments, she has filled me with gladness, and gladly would I trade the world for but moments more with her.
In truth,
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