Days turn to nights
And nights to days
But my strength is renewed each morn
With eyes glued to the horizon
My heart is as expectant as ever
The loneliness inside dims in comparison
To the bundle of joy you’ll be
Wounds become scabs; scabs become scars
But scars pale to insignificance
As wasted years fizzle out
While what lays ahead unfolds
The heart will love again
As it is meant to
Love to depths unfathomable
An eternal flame of purity
Lighting up my world again
The pages are fresh
Together, we’ll pen the future
The canvass awaits
For a Michelangelo masterpiece
So whisper a dream to me tonight
Of the sweetest days to come

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