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You were like poetry,
words heavy with hopeful prayers
exhaled from the soul and breathed into old wounds.

You were like May mornings,
dripping with fresh green and illuminated by gold hues,
the air tangled between spring and summer.

You were a limitless love,
a flood in my hollowed and desperate heart;
find me adrift in your current,
and anchor me to you.

— The End —