She was
silence in a world of sound,
Mercury in a porcelain frame,
Innocence and sweetness in undiluted purity.
Her mind was
rich;Mercury in a porcelain frame,
Innocence and sweetness in undiluted purity.
Her heart was bottomless;
Every part of her humbled him.
Joy and light,
Melancholy and thought,
Intense in a way the world was not.
Because of her, he felt things;
Things that did not need feeling.
Loving her was realizing that he’d never truly loved anyone before her.
Beautiful picture, beautiful poem!
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