I spent hours memorizing the landscape of you
Those scars that touch your face
The shape of your head
That little divit at the top
I realize that I also know the scars of your heart
The landscape of your soul
Where tears have run through the valleys of loss
And still the joy of you shines bright
Casting shadows across the walls of of your heart
Contrasting the pain of all you have known.
I am not without my own scars
And I am not without my own joy
You are a piece to my heart
Inserted there, I am fully complete
We are beatifully and completely one.
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