Date posted: April 8, 2008

A long purple gown I made her, 
Among the mystics I placed her. 

In precious lilac I drowned her gown 
Her scent I wear like a crown. 

Wide open are her arms 
an eternal shelter from human harms. 

There are times when loneliness is a best friend; 
the times when personal ties have to end. 

There are times when her heart is bigger 
than those who our tears did trigger. 

Her company I always choose 
over the company of those I'd rather lose.

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