Picture an angel without wings

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My wings are no more, torn from my flesh and faded with time.
In mid-air I fell, reaching out for your hand, only to see that you were gone.
An impact that shook the world, heads turn, eyes open, a life is saved.
This mangled body, destined to rise again.
A bright light, a familiar face, to help me get back on my feet.
Now there is a hand, to pick me up, to be held by my own.
To have the beat of your heart against my chest, I feel safe.
The love flows back into my veins, I can move, I can breathe.
I smell your hair, kiss your skin, bringing back lost affection.
Others marvel at the smiles on our faces.
An unending friendship, blossoming into so much more.
Laughing till it hurts.
You kiss the tears that roll down my cheeks.
As long as I have you, there will be nothing to worry about, nor regret.
I stand proud by your side, never ashamed of what I have.
 
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