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Jan 2013
There's not much in the world
That could make me feel like she does
It is not romantic, it is not lust
It is like a friendship, laced like a drug

To describe her would not do her justice
But her eyes are deep, her hair is straight,
Light brown, and shorter than she'd like it
To me she is more beautiful than the sun

Not because of her looks, is what makes me love her
It is the way she gets underneath my skin
And breathes for me when I'm not breathing
And tells me it's okay to cry

I can feel her from one hundred miles away
I can sense what she is going through when I cannot see her
and she does the same for me and it is hauntingly meaningful
No one can love me like she can

Because she knows what it's like to not be loved
To lose, to lose, to lose and then when left with nothing
To lose that nothing until there's nothing left to say

But there's always something left to love and
she loves away, loves me unconditionally
so much so that laying in my bed so far away
I can feel her warmth beneath my bones
and it takes some of the pain away

You'll never know what it is like to have her
To know her, to love her, to be loved by her
There's not much in the world like it
Angel
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Angel  Buffalo
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