Sonnet 1,108

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No sorrow here – no reason to console
I saw his eyes the moment I awoke
And spent an hour just looking at his soul
Which, made for me, is perfect and bespoke
No sadness now – no reason left to cry
I held his hand and pressed it to my heart
And spent the day just holding him real tight
So musically sweet, like life’s guitar
No fretting left – no reason to despair
He woke a girl who chose to hibernate
We spent our life just being who we were
Instead of making do with second-rate.

For once we had the first of fifty years
We lived a happy life, no room for tears.

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