Poetic SPIRIT ( LOVING DEDICATION )
It poetic spirit born into blunder the offspring of thunder a spark in the dark in a world full of wonder I remember kisses from a queen a crown so supreme it's like an angel saved my life and stored me in her dreams encapsulated by her aura for richer or for poorer and even though she's gone every second I adore every memory is sacred cradle to the grave if it was up to me, I would go she would stay