Seeing that the best for me was when you left me.
Can't say I'll ever get used to the independence but at least I'm still alive and well.
She looks to the trees and the heavens and asks her questions.
Open ended responses to be much expected.
Time takes ahold of the moment and its loving.
Her love warmed the hearts of many and induced fear in the bravest of man.
She didn't have to say much to let you know you were living in the light.
She carried away your sorrows, and made sure you never drown in your sins.
A humanitarian is what she is.
Graceful with every movement, she dances along blurred lines and never gives in.
She crosses your mind always.
She lives in that thing you call a heart and she's comfortable there.
Chances were always given.
Forgiveness was appeasing.
She loves, she cries, she shares her life with a sweet person.
It's her gift to mankind.
It's the way she gives back to the world.
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