She speaks of love, curses of faith. Promises of commitment, and faithfulness. Her tears a reflection of pain, that her smile is just so rare. She could break and fall, crumble and torn. But in between her breaking, a trancending hope can be born.
She’s both frail and fragile, to a man’s eyes she’s one weak fire. She desires no lie, she sees truth in your eyes. No man can love her enough, cause within her hides. The type of she that no man could see, only she could be.
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