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Apr 2012
She’s the product of some artist, full of joy right from birth,
The loveliest of all smiling creatures, put here on earth.
A stunning angel came to love me, the canvas on my heart she fills,
I gaze at her works with amazement, and it gives me chills.
My mind has a full gallery of her, the palette vibrant and bold.
I’m the one chosen to record her spirit, given a treasure to hold.
Masterpieces of life and love, I’m filled with awe and ardor
I collect her works; a private collection, not for sale or barter.
Written by
Martin Trahbeg
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