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She adored the spring
Vibrant and new
Eyes filled with wonder
So much to consume
Growing like a weed
Bluebell of the ball
Her prince has come
Handsome and tall
A brand new love
She made his heart sing
He had to have her
He bought a wedding ring
Dreams came true
One girl and two boys
Summertime laughter
Days filled with joy
Giggles and tears
As they all grew
The sun settles in
Time truly flew
Life begins to fall
Sunny days turn gray
Her prince grows weak
And tarnished with age
Her heart grows heavy
Watching him die
Leaves, brown and shrivel
Reminders of time
His final season
Turns a new leaf
A heart grows cold
Chilled in her grief
A long winter sets in
Aching her bones
A snow-covered roof
New moans and groans
Her body now slow
Her mind still sharp
So much left to give
Her love still grows
A wise old lady
Gentle and kind
Always thinking of others
Always giving time
But a storm rolled in
Cloudy and dark
Lightning fingers attack
Beating her heart
Three punks broke-in
She was easy prey
Beaten and battered
She faded away
A beautiful life
Brutally taken
By three thugs
Her life forsaken
Money they wanted
She didn’t have a thing
So they slit her throat
For her wedding ring
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