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when
love
fits
like
an
old
glove
everything
else
falls
away.

the sun's intensity has grown

Somewhere
in
between
searching
as
to
how
I
was
going
to
hold
on
and
continue
and
grow
a
caring
soul
stepped
in
and
said
he
was
willing
to
help
me
find
the
way.
And
he
has.
And
spring
pronounced
herself
in
dripping
snow,
and
chirping
birds,
and
promise.