Tall and fragrant as the Pine
No coincidence that she would be
Charismatic of soul she leaves
Impressions without trying to
Hard that is upon you
Eyes so Blue as is the ocean
Writes of heart spilling emotion
Upon page her second home
The place to be, her site to roam
Tall and fragrant as the pine
Works of art even one blind
Could see and feel the energy
Upon leaving or not to be
I treasure her more than a friend
My hope is she will be again
A part of life that I miss so
Fragrant and tall my hands let go
Right hand so wrong where left one too
Just came up short of love they knew
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