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Her Glory

Her shape formulates in my mind an idea of calm.

A peaceful pleasure of solitude.

To be near her is enough

But to be with her is to accept her being for what it is.

Her voice is clear, like a clap of thunder

Her eyes sparkle like a shining star

Her hair falls down alive on her back

As her tears wash her burning brow.

My desire comes from an intense feeling

Of wanting to be near her and with her.

Seeing in her eyes a glory

Beyond the skies, a heavenly glory

Her glory is in the stars above

And shines in peace and beauty.

A light that will never extinguish itself

Neither in life nor death.