She She is the song of the morning thrush The hum of creation at the break of dawn She is the moon and the midnight's hush Hours before the day is born She is the sky of azure blue The forests and the deep sea swell She is the wish that never comes true The sound of coins landing in empty wells She is the raindrop on a desert rose The change that lands in beggar's hands She is the secret that no one knows The child and the father to the man She is the sound of heavenly choirs The pearl produced by the oyster's grit She is the good in cheats and liars The true amongst the counterfeit She is the golden haze of the sun The wandering star that transfixes your eye She is the race that can never be won The smile that caused a thousand sighs She is the letter you could not send The words that choked inside your heart She is where I begin and end And I will wither when we partBirth sign: Aquarius
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