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I see her, but not with my eyes
I feel her, but not with my hands
True beauty is timeless as it is abounding
The voice if angels, the presence of a goddess

My sword remains sheathed
Unless one has shown her to be a foe
My vigilance is my gift
Only to unleash hell at her defense

The battle wages no more
The soothing, mysterious touch from thin air
The voice, the words, the care
All coming together on a voice whispered into the wind
Traveling to the ear of warm embraces
Lovely faces.. the final journey home

Flowers made of words
Roses of blue have proven true
The suns love has given me a springtime gift
Love abounding, a new life.. as timeless as today
Thank you for the thawing of me