I was hung out to dry- The news was bad- And I was laying down to die- Then she came, wisdom- Love and strength- The closest I can get to angel- With out going to heaven- She saw me, gave me the energy- Falling is about getting up- She’s grace- She’s beauty- Her heart is love- She’s can find good- In even the ugliest things- In sadness you have to part the clouds- Let the ray of light seep in- And all things you forgotten- Is once again seen- That’s what she does- And I’ll always be reminded- Why her love is so special-Birth sign: Libra
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