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Two of us
Battered, beaten
Healed, healthy

Hand in hand
We follow our hearts
With anticipation

Trusting our instincts
Ignoring history
Discarding logic

Matters of the heart
Have no rules
Emotions have no limits

Intense heat
Red, pink
The colors of love

If it feels like love
If it tastes like love
It must be love

~Rick Berry

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