My new love found a higher plane for being a poet.
Written wishes touched my heart as washable tattoos.
I realized I was that free bird people liked to sometimes mention.
One with an optional home,
But I felt carried over into more.
My new love pays attention to detail when it comes to me.
I was living stories,
But my loves mobile home.
Only brushed over as a symbolic raven to some,
But I was a will constantly meeting a powerful end.
Between my book and in his book.
He took the time to read me and painted beautiful pictures.
Knowing me better than myself a lot of the time.
I questioned if that was why God came before husband and wife.
There's joyous laughter.
Life's true meaning to love.
An easy feel into each setting.
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Midnight Blue
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