She ….

In time …
You might not remember what she looked like ;

But you might never forget how she felt .


For she wasn’t a beautiful flower waiting to be admired ;

She was made of a million broken petals just hoping to be held .

For she wasn’t the promise of a perfect story with a happy ending ;


She was just an unwritten poem waiting to be told …


And while You loved her with all your heart;


She … she lived you in her soul !!

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