Our love has blossomed, just as beautiful like the Cherry.
It is a mating dance of two love birds.
Your words are music to my ears, a song or sweet melody.
I constantly press repeat.
Content that I can trust you to carry my sorrow and reshape
it with your hands, turning it into glee.
I know all too well heart break, betrayal and sadness.
Hence, with you, there is no recollection or recall.
Grace and mercy has molded us into new beings
that pursue our desires with a differet perspective in mind.
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