Her, love poem

Until that fateful day,
Her magical smiling face
Regarded me with grace
I was ground spiritually.
Now I feel alive, purposeful
As if I walk with an Angel
Guiding and comforting me
With dancing eyes - beautiful; yet
By echoing tragedy beset.
Now, again, I understand
Not in myself but in our land
All it takes is a simple mistake
To conjure a harder hand of fate

Together, we sort through life
Her hand in mine defeats strife
It becomes contemptable, routine.
Washed away, like morning to a dream
The joy only companionship can bring
My soul afire, my heart can sing
Cowering demons of my past
Beaten back as we laugh
Simple things like sleeping together
Are memories I'll treasure forever
But the most precious gifts I received
Were to believe in love and feel believed.

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