This woman, this goddess.
Doesn't get enough credit.
Her ever winding mysteriousness,
Entwines me, not letting me down.
She is tainted, yet she completes me.
Ever sorrowful; There is a beautiful
Sadness to her eyes.
Her sorrow made us close.
She will always be apart of me.
Entrance me with your knowledge,
And calm me when I don't deserve it.
 
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