My Stephanie whose voice inspires,
my friend who plays the game of life and never tires,
my light who shines brighter than eternal fire,
the call across an endless sea,
rescues me from the lonely agony,
my Stephanie who's soul is like the untouched snow,
like the lonely lily of the field,
alone in her perfection and I the rain which tries to comfort,
but only brings the cold,
and though the lily may grow old,
I will treasure her memory which is more valuable than gold,
within the empty confines of my soul,
the memory of the time she was my Stephanie.
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Awww!
:'] That is so sweet Annie! I'll always be your Stephanie ^.^ Love you!!!
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