My true love

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    My true love

    she was my dream she was poetic like me
    it seemed we were made for one another
    she was extremely beautiful her shimmering
    hair always sparkled by the moonlight

    she was my inspiration we got along so well
    I loved her more than anything else in the world
    but even when I’m alone I feel her with me wherever
    I go yet she was also an artist which I admired about

    her she was more than just my friend she was my life
    it seemed like the world revolved around us we were                          only16 of course that was 11 years ago now we still
    see a each other on the white sand of the beach

    where we first met that first kiss will be remembered
    always and even though I’m 23 I still write poetry on
    the beach when we were younger we were wild in the
    streets always sneaking out to just express our love

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