beauty

Beauty glisten from her smile

perfection glides from her eyes 

her walk is graceful 

her words are sweet.

The voice is kind

yet to soft to hear.

She feels alone

the knight so far away from home.

She crys out of fear 

that soon he will be six feet underneath.

He fight a war that is not his own

risk a life that belongs souly to her.

In hope that some how it will keep her safe

yet in true it cuts her deep.

The End

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