My Healer
You stitched,
Cross-hatched my broken heart,
Repaired it with yours.
You sacrificed it and,
Stitched it in.
Bonded together,
With our souls.
Handed to me,
And placed in my chest.
Capped with a ring.
You sealed it.
The love we got,
Is only for us.
No one else.
You’re a Healer.
This love is real.
No one can take it.
We found love,
And found what we truly are.
What we truly are.
You’re a healer,
Even with my heart half gone,
You simply sacrificed yours for mine.
You are truly a swan,
With the beauty of a dove.
I love you,
Not just for that,
But for your heart of fire.
The love we got,
Is only for us.
No one else.
You’re a Healer.
This love is real.
No one can take it.
We found love,
And found what we truly are.
What we truly are.
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