A Lover's Pen

She was mad
And it fueled my soul.
Like nothing around her
She ignored the world
And continued to burn
In her own darkness,
That enchanted my senses.
She crafted her world
From ashes of her tears.
Like a phoenix she rose,
From dead and lifeless
To something unfathomable.
She was a dream to many
While a desire to few
And love, she’s always been.

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