Can A Poem Make Her Eternal?

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She is on​ my skin,
In my flesh,
In my heart.

She is on my mind,
On my cells,
On my walls.

She is with laughter,
With joy,
With me.

She is in me
Could she be,
the one to set my heart free?
Do you know what I mean?

The ice tomb has been cold,
The windblown has it froze,
The heartbeat is a drone.

She is the Princess,
I call her Buttercup,
The bride of a blacksmith.

The Pride of THIS Lion.

She is…
(Repeat the chorus)

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