A troubled soul ,,her heart on hold her love was lost ..
to try and repair there is a cost...
To live in real world she is cursed never adorned ..
Fallen from grace always feels her heart is torn ..
She meets a man of style and taste ..
she looks at him hopes her heart will race
Who is this man ,that caresses my hand talks
softly to me and tries to be friends ...
He chats with her and makes her live
smiles and laughs how much she will give
to walk with him upon a beach
talk with him be in his reach ..
Is he her love she asked of thee
to lift the curse and set her free,,,,,
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