This is for Amy...
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies:
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to harsh days denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens over her face:
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.
And on that cheek, and all her being,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the eyes that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent
I love you Amy...
Classy Death Community Member 
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