She is the radiant soul you so truly admire.
When sentiments run high you refuse to inquire.
She is the sunshine grinning when you see her glow.
You hide her with a cloud when emotions grow.
She is the full moon shining you glimpse at night.
When fun fades, you’re a new lunar, out of sight.
She is the flower at full bloom outside in spring.
You saw her in storms, yet you slept like a king.
She is the fountain flowing over with water.
When the spout runs a drought, you totter.
She is the heart you never wanted to break.
When the cracks started you began to flake.
She is the stone with the sword and anvil upon.
You held the grip that could have been drawn.
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This write makes her rather important indeed. Nicely done
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