Meeting you was an experience in itself
As you lay in that bed so peaceful and calm
Your whole existence so still with no sense of life
Your laugh and your smile as pure as a child
So honest so loving it calms the beast wild
The look in your eyes as it shines so fierce
Like a young lion cub with the innocence of illusion
But the king of jungle lay dormant in waiting
Of course there’s your beauty in all it splendour
But never forget the thorns of a rose splinter
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