And She

Her hair;

long and shiny black.

Her eyes;

an endless sea of serenity

Her lips;

a combination of pale and rosy red.

Her hands;

like a musician’s --- beautifully crafted with pieces of music.

Her skin;

smooth and soft like how the morning breeze feels on your cheeks.

And she,

the piece of me.

And she,

the only storm I am not afraid of.

And she,

the scent of brewed coffee in the countryside.

And she,

who holds my beating heart,

my light at sunrise,

my favorite piece

of time.

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