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What can I say about her, so beautiful,
a tulip in the radiant spring,
passionate kiss in fiery summer,
autumn nostalgia, heart at rest.
She is winter frost, she melts,
on your cold cheek leaving a trace,
silence keeps my heart, contrast,
each moment with her, how it transcends.
Wonderful every shared instant,
to say what I feel, through verses,
that not a second goes by without having said it.
She, my insomnia, repressed sighs,
between prisoner of her scattered eyes,
to free this feeling, longing fulfilled.