Petite
Though not to be lost in my arms
Such frail forms
One’s longing to end

For me she defined grace
Not of faith
But of wit and temperance
Oh, passionate heathen

Mind of diamond
Multifaceted
Such that the edges reflect
Countless reflections within

Only to be cut by her own
Her tenacious heart
Greatest weakness and strength
Luster never to be compared

Jeweled not only in spirit
But too in her form
One so sharp and angular
Yet at a touch, so tender

To have her around
Laid in warm gold
Such that dreams meet her
For she has always been the crux of mine

Though she fades like my vision
Distance defying definition
I, the silent victim of a roving soul
Densely shimmering, but never to be held
May she find her place
Far off
Among the stars in the sky

-Galwyn

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