I have so many questions to ask.
You are bruised, you are brilliant, at last you are here.
Two histories bore two results, gently intertwining
His most radiant smile lit the windows with day,
this day, my day, another April morning, I was painted
shades of blues
and all colorful;
and you said you were finally happy.
New pieces fit into mine,
I must relax inside
wings will coast on
when peace became the answer
we found love.
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