Eyes like the sea
and hair like the sun
she was so beautiful
but not just when she was young.
Today she sits in her rocking chair,
knitting wool scarves,
getting ready for the winter,
too keep us both warm.
When she looks at me
I cant help but smile
Because my lover for her
Began before years the isle.
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My Empty Notebook
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