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Always
She was born an angel,
and understood only as love.
Always she held your tears
Softly, solemnly.
She kissed your tired eyes and made you confused between
love in all its forms.
But you doubt she knew who you were,
why you were or what you were.
Still it did not matter.
Both of you would run along sunbeams and scattered beauty,
blushing, laughing.
Even as the storm clouds gathered
it was you with her.
Catching lightning in bottles,
dancing amongst drenched stars,
escaping time.
So you stood with her at the edge of humanity,
one hand holding tight and the other tighter,
fearing nothing, and
falling into the roaring darkness,
But always in her embrace.
