She is.
She stands.
She is there.
She is real and quantifiable
She is.
A smile returns to my lips
A calmness takes hold of my soul
And I can think again clearly
I want to take this woman in my arms
My scars are many
My hopes are greater
My belief is strong
Letting go of the past slowly
Like sand in my hand
Let it drift away in the winds.
She is.
I hope and I seek.
That is all I ever wanted
I move forward cauterized but not without hope.
She has done me the world of good
She is beautiful to me
She has a voice of velvet
She makes me feel good again
I am reforming. Returning.
She is.
She is.
She stands.
She is there.
She is real and quantifiable
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