She appears both a human and a spirit. For her touch physical in nature, yet inside the soul it sets sweet fire, indeed, the engine that ignites my heart. Sometimes I see her, even when she is not there.

I am accustomed to her false-appearing images. She is the phantom of light to my sight. I speak to her in my imagination sometimes. Yes, in her absence, her past smile, her lovely shining eyes. That grew love in me, and her sweet lips lent my mouth a sweet speech. She is the present for me, when she is far away and when she is with me. She is a flower, yet human in nature. Her fragrance spreads and scares away every dark thought in my brain.

She has an aroma that charges and attracts me to her unknown poles. There is life in her lovely environment. She appears to be a gem. For in the dark, her cheek glows like phosphorus, and her body glitters like gold.

Sometimes I question her appearance in my eyes, God promised us heaven, yet in herself heaven lives. Indeed, she has an exotic light. When she opens her mouth and speaks, her voice resonates my heart.

Yes, the beat of my heart re-sounds under her voice. She speaks of things that clearly watch my heart. Under that starry night, the winds turn and add up to my feelings, her voice swallowed. The coldness accompanied by natural winds. She has an angelic voice that speaks to the conditions and sets them at my heart room temperature.

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