Of bountiful joy

15/08/2016

A stupid four years ago,
I stumbled upon her.
I felt no butterflies.
Or tiny bit a fluttering.
But her mere vibrant aura
Sent waves of unfailing joy
To the silly throbbing in the left.
I steal her an oblivious peek,
I ingest my unvoiced mind.
Because I grasp that at times,
Her lone presence is my triumph.
Sober 48 months today,
I still dote on her love
A nation celebrates liberty,
And I, I salute love.

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In the soaring sky I searched for an ember of life.

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