Before we met the world was dark.
I was alone and no one heard my cries.
Life was like a constant bombardment from a snark.
I had become numb to the pain of stabbing knives.
Nothing could heal my broken heart.
The pain had run too deep.
It was enough to tear me apart.
The only escape was sleep.
When asleep, I find myself happiest when I dream.
I see things too beautiful to be true.
They are the most amazing things I’ve ever seen.
When me met, I realized it was you.
Before I had never known the feeling of true happiness.
Only now, I know, true love feels like this.
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