something beautiful happened.
love was born....
.......inside of me.
i do not remember,
but i am very sure...
of it happening.
......i feel it now.
i know not how she grew,
from a simple piece of my heart.
i know not how she gave me hers,
and how i ever managed not.
.....to drop it.
it is now time.
for the melding of pieces.
pieces of poetry,
love,
artistic peace.
pieces of scap...
others have tried to sweep.
......under the rug.
pieces of a god.
i suppose it is time.
when there is truly no time.
like this present....
a gift....
i have been given.
given or taken...
either way, i earned it.
worked for it.
bled for it.
cried for it...
and it finally was placed before me.
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