I remember when you walked through that door
The white chair that you sat in
The tremors when I met you
In that white palace
She glows, among the morning sunflowers
She fits perfectly,
As if the golden horses were there for their princess
As her humble and playful laughter
Melts the evening
Leaving some and few,
Wandering emotions,
Lost and locked
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Wholeheartedly written
That day I realized it is her I am looking for
2156, Room 3097
