Ours is not a story of survival,
Nor was it of revival,
It was a love story,
And we're living it everyday, in all it's glory,
While we abruptly lost one,
We gained people by the ton,
This army of love,
That took us in and sheltered us in their cozy glove,
We lapped it up,
Picked ourselves up,
And wrote our happy beginning,
We saw light piercing through with one ending,
And we ran towards it,
With all our might,
The darkness still flits around,
But we choose everyday, to be drowned,
In love,
Lots and lots of warm cozy love.
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