Golden locks fall upon her shoulder,
jaded eyes twinkle at her beholder,
passion and love run ever so deep.
Seeing the good inside, she'll always keep.
Her charcoal mane blowing so free
sapphire globes reveal a silent plea,
rarely allowing her heart to open wide.
Only knew how to keep it hidden and tied.
Two souls together with hardly a dinar,
each being loved for who they are,
becoming closer with each passing day.
Two becoming one in their own special way.
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