She brought me a plate of gizzard and my emotions
switched.
And now she has configured me into a wizard; who else
has she bewitched.
That night;
When she sketched a glowing frame around my miserable silhouette.
And patched my rugged tongue to sing
of love like a poet
It took just a hug to drain my pain out this
tumour; her caresses are surgical.
She has brought out of my emotional laterite, a
gold nugget.
She has finally mopped my misery clean with her
assurances
And given my heart a new surface of hope
She sponsored my recovery.
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