My Healer

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P. O Box sk 172
Ghana

You stitched,

Cross-hatched my broken heart,

Repaired it with yours.

You sacrificed it and,

Stitched it in.

Bonded together,

With our souls.

Handed to me,

And placed in my chest.

Capped with a ring.

You sealed it.

 

The love we got,

Is only for us.

No one else.

You’re a Healer.

This love is real.

No one can take it.

We found love,

And found what we truly are.

What we truly are.

 

You’re a healer,

Even with my heart half gone,

You simply sacrificed yours for mine.

You are truly a swan,

With the beauty of a dove.

I love you,

Not just for that,

But for your heart of fire.

 

The love we got,

Is only for us.

No one else.

You’re a Healer.

This love is real.

No one can take it.

We found love,

And found what we truly are.

What we truly are.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country

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