Forty days have passed
And here I am sitting
In our living room
Looking out through the window
That I just wiped clean with the white cloth
With all the translucency
I can now see you
Feel you
Talk to you
Understand you
Be grateful for you
In a way that I should
Yours was a beautiful soul
Mine was destined to meet yours
But ours were beyond romance
We were bound together for a purpose
That my humble mind had to struggle
To accept and understand
That you are the divine gift
Sent to me as a better half
-- M --
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