A woman so mature,
She's not a girl anymore,
And yet her heart is pure,
After all she had to endure...
She grew up too quickly,
Coz her life was prickly,
Grief surrounded her thickly,
Like a blanket so sickly...
But this woman is beautiful to me,
Its not just her face you see,
On the outside she is like a tree,
So strong and yet she loves every bee...
Love ya babe!
^_^
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