A thing from heaven that can't be put
As eloquently as curses from men-
But can still be held.
What he is to me is the candle
At night, keeping me
From all that darkness
I still see.
The world can not end-
No, he is there.
It is a if innocence could be regained,
As if hurt could be forgotten,
As if wounds could heal.
The world may even be right,
If he is in it.
I could even believe.
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