A poem this time.
Beautiful was an unobtainable idea
Yet she was the embodiment of it.
Perfection has always been unobtainable
Yet it had be obtained that day.
She was like a snowflake,
floating down the aisle wrapped in filmy lace.
It was a dream
That I never wanted to wake up from.
I was supposed to have her forever
since we had beaten so much.
And her life was stolen
by a .15 blood alcohol level.
By a teenager convinced
Of immortality.
But she gave me a gift.
She gave me you.
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