I'm truly glad we never met
two thousand weeks ago.
My heart was shred,
your soul broken.
In darkness swam our lives.
When broken souls
meet shredded hearts,
that bond is oft for doom.
But now you're healed,
and I'm at peace.
Your love is true.
To love you, simple;
and how so sweet to meet!
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