She was the summer air
so warm and fragrant
her voice was like the twitter
the twitter of birds in the trees
she was a living angel
and did mean all to me

The day she died
it truly did break me
for seven hundred years
I could truly love no other
for she had been an extension of me
she was my light and love

Her eyes even in her nineties
they were pools of blue I could dive into
she knew my secret of life eternal
but she never ask me to make her one
for many years I laid roses on her tomb
for she was my heart and summer days


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris

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