When old hearts meet
colliding in new homes
tailoring memories that are ours...
This heart and all my cups,
are full.
Full of love,
of knowing...
That my life is interconnected.
Intersections that weave,
through pasts and
futures we can only dream of.
Creating tomorrow through...
Questions,
fears,
anger,
hope.
Above all,
Love.
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