Tangled
To forge beyond the broken gate
pensive in the eyes of fate
she wanders alone...
Her gracious spirit to me is born
of golden halo eyes adore
If only her love that I should own...
A loving story yet to be told
of velvet satin and purest gold
without a word she passes by...
I long to touch her spirit light
fading from my longing sight
pensive thoughts a heavy sigh...
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