Forever till the End of Rhyme

Her eyes are the open windows to her soul 
Her hands the touch which warms my heart
Her love stays with me, wherever I go
Her voice comforts me when we're apart. 


Loving her is such a wild fantasy-
A dream not bound by this mere earth
I am reminded of my mortality
Yet, her love is more of a rebirth. 


I will love her till the end of rhyme
Hold her close, though she'll never be mine-
I will walk alone, with her beside me
I will love her till the end of time. 

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