How could you think you knew my heart?
I never knew it before now.
For all my misdeeds have, somehow,
Become just one small tiny part
Of life as it was meant to be.
This day, this moment, yes, this breath
Make right my voyage, birth to death:
And she’s now each and all
To me
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Very nice poem.
Thank you.