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Dedicated to Deidra Brown
By: Anthony Vessent
She floats in the night sky,
her own little black cloud holding her high,
queen of my heart,
queen of my soul,
what once was shattered now is whole.
The tensible auras of her energy,
that float around her,
make one truly be!
Her eyes contain a quiet understanding,
she radiates the strength of one thousand iron bandings,
one word from her makes the world seem right,
one kiss from her could give a blind man sight.
What I am trying to say,
about this angel I speak of,
is that she is the one,
that I was created to love.
(By the way, if you EVEN consider stealing this poem,
or any others that you read on MY page, I will know,
and I will get the law involved.)
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