A heart
A heart
Her heart would seem,
to be sorrow and spite.
Her voice,
envious and resentful.
Those eyes,
without soul.
Yet that is as often seen,
a mistake made by distance.
She will be a light for others,
whose eyes know only dark.
Where her voice,
brings joy upon their lives.
And where her eyes,
are nothing but glimmering love.
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