She was perfect.
With her golden blond hair
she would capture your eye
from a mile away.
She had a long slender neck
elegant and poised.
She stood out from amongst the others.
Her body was unexplainably gorgeous,
and it contained delicate curves.
She seemed to have shined in the sunlight
whenever I caught a glance.
She was rare to me,
but worthless to others.
She was simple, but yet ornate.
When I held her,
I felt a sudden burst of energy.
She was radiant and refined.
She was perfect.
She was
My Violin.
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- although the heart has gone, I'm doing the best to ressurect it. [Options--lots] by xxRainbowDawnxx.
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I would love to be able to play her
to feel her close to me and hold her in my heart forever.
Alas, I don't have her.
Maybe one day, maybe one day...
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