She Who Gave Life Purpose

 She who gave life purpose

Took my heart by storm

Made my Muse sing loud

Bathed my soul with love.


She gives each day meaning

Enhancing every minute

Banishing the darkness

Giving light showing me the way.

Colin Ian Jeffery



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