Thou art indeed...
Thou art indeed as fair as the sun.
And thy skin has the softest touch of morning dew.
Thou art my sister, my canvis and my inspiration.
If I were ever to loose my hold of you, I would sieze to be.
Like a tree that has lost it's roots, I would wither and die.
Like a deer taking a bullet from the hunters rifle, I would bleed and fall.
Without thee....I would surely be gone...
And thy skin has the softest touch of morning dew.
Thou art my sister, my canvis and my inspiration.
If I were ever to loose my hold of you, I would sieze to be.
Like a tree that has lost it's roots, I would wither and die.
Like a deer taking a bullet from the hunters rifle, I would bleed and fall.
Without thee....I would surely be gone...
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