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Gandolph: she is as pondering as a clear starlit sky
she is as soft as the morning dew in a Mountain Glade
she is as light as the breeze urging you upward
she is as still as the the Forest after a summer rain
she is as hot as the surface of the sun but smolders cautiously in the depths of my soul
she is as bright and welcoming as the first rays of light at day break
she is as warm and sensual as the lips of a wanted Lover upon the nape of your neck
she is patiently waiting for you to recognize her in my eyes
she is the end of longing and the beginning of something to Cherish
she is eternal
she is my Love for you...
