Her Radiant Self

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Your eyes are like pools in a faraway land,

bringing men toward their light, just like moths in the night.

Agape is my jaw, admire your thunder,

bewildering beauty has torn me asunder.

A stranger I am, in this beautiful land,

time is like granules in glass filled with sand.

The warmth of your soul lights my fire of coal,

replacing my plight with a love just so right.

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