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[bodytext] => Melissa Her skin was soft and smooth and to caress it, touch it Was like stroking the finest polished onyx or marble. Her eyes were alive with fire and mirrors to a soul so exquisite That the Angels themselves would beg for her to join them. Hair as lustrous as the finest silk, almost imperceptible to the touch And a mouth which conveyed and punctuated every mood so elegantly. She was mine but now she has been taken, so young. I still feel her heart beating within me keeping her alive And I swear her soul has joined with mine for I still feel joy. Whenever I look into a mirror I see that beautiful face, smiling, And unlike Dorian Gray it is I who age and not her reflection. While I live I know that within me she is still alive, yet, When I die I know that we will be together and I will live again. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 161 [topic] => 2 [informant] => aliopterix [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 7 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
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