The heart has spoken
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Last published Mon, Nov 30, 2015
My life was a blank paper,
You drew the most beautiful sketch I could ever imagine.
My life was composed of random notes,
You composed the finest melody I could ever imagine.
My life was a mere collection of words,
You wrote the best story I could ever imagine.
My life had no meaning,
You gave it the best definition I could ever imagine.
My life was livable,
Ours is the best dream I could have ever dreamt of.
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