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She looked apon me like a stained glass figure

Staring at nothing but never once blinking

I know it was me on which her eyes were fixed

But why was it me out of all of these people?

Can the world not see the beauty she holds,

As the light shines through her pale summer eyes?

The silence was broken as her voice echoed out

The words were soft and I will always remember

Beautiful tones like a musical Heaven

Holding her hand as we looked toward the ceiling

But then it was over and I was alone once again

Left only with comfort and things to remember

Left only with thoughts and a mind filled with pictures