The rhythmic pulsing of her heart echoes in tandem with the subtle twitches in her arm. Warmth emanates from her soft breath, creating an intimate cocoon on my chest. In the encompassing darkness, her petite arms cling to mine, seeking refuge from the shadows of the night.
She, my princess, an angel graciously bestowed upon me. A soul intricately crafted for my own. This little girl, the object of my devotion, holds a value that surpasses the vastness of the universe, encapsulating the galaxy within the thimble of her tiny thumb. In a fleeting heartbeat, I'd gamble my very existence for the solem chance to safeguard hers.
If she were the sun, I would bask in her radiance until my vision surrendered to her brilliance. Her beauty transcends comprehension, radiating from the core of her being. No other soul dare to rival her allure. My love for her, like an eternal flame, continues to flourish. My affection for her forever remains sacred.
Nights are incomplete without the once-familiar embrace that I once held her close. I yearn for the warmth she brought, the melody of her laughter, the radiance of her smile, and the solace of her arms when tears flowed. I long for the maturity she displayed, a reminder of her growing up too soon, too fast.
The ache of her absence consumes me.
I miss you, my princess.
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