Of True Love and Pure Bliss

Up until I met you,
All that spilled over my poems
Was heartbreak and tears.
I thought all I could write
Was about the dark and gloomy,
About the lonely days,
And lonelier nights.
And then I met you.
And now, my heart isn’t broken,
It’s stronger, warmer, complete
Because now it holds you in it.
Now all that spills over my poems
Is true love and pure bliss.

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