It was distant, like a dream
Its sound faint, Its memories engraved
Love
It was a Tragic Thing
time healed the heart once spotless
the scars remain indelibly
mind once hopeful and naive
learned to be cautious and speculating
once her Happiness, morphed into her Reminder
once her Love, morphed into her Hate
her heart was a broken vase reassembled
fragile, weak, and forever changed.
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there It was, except not Tragic anymore
only a glint of It, but It allowed hope
caution and speculation had fled
Happiness has returned with a different face
no longer distant, but familiar
no longer faintly heart, but strongly felt
that Dim Glint matured into this Illuminating Beam
Love had returned with a different emotion
even when He's gone, He remains
because He fills her heart and mind
He is the glue which molded her vase
now confident, strong, and forever changed
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