She, who always seems so happy

She, who always seems so happy in a crowd, whose eyes can be so private and so proud, no one’s allowed to see them when they cry… She, may be the love that cannot hope to last, may come to me from shadows of the past that I’ll remember till the day I die…

She, may be the reason I survive, the why and wherefore I’m alive, the one I’ll care for through the rough in ready years. Me, I’ll take her laughter and her tears and make them all my souvenirs, for where she goes I’ve got to be, the meaning of my life is She!

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