For A Special Lady
Her love is virtue,
Closely knit their hearts mend each others broken pieces,
Like improper fractions,
God reserved his souvenir pocket watch to form this love,
With his alarm set for eternity,
This love is meant to last forever,
The slits barricaded in her heart are suddenly healed by his touch,
Dark heavy residue on his heart is cleansed by her beauty,
The friends on the outside say this is advancing to expeditiously,
Only if they could feel the high caliber of the shots fired by Cupid into our souls,
They could gain understanding,
Like the civilians joined by hands exiting the debris of the trade towers,
United we stand,
Together we overcome..
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