Who knew that when mixed with mine,
your DNA would temper
and improve
creating perfect life.
All your imperfections erased, your beauty amplified;
there, in one small person
your heart is purer.
Stronger.
Your demons flown,
your mistakes unwritten.
In her, your second chance.
And you cannot misstep:
already she has turned your broken promises
into angels' wings.
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