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pigs began to fly 
even hell froze over 
as my heart once dead 
resurrected and dreamed 
once more 
that second chances 
at love and joy 
are not long lost miracles 
but as concrete as 
the pages on which 
love poems are printed 
 
you brought me back 
from the edge 
and held my hand 
bringing fingertips 
back to life, 
my eyes bathed 
in the warmth of your smile 
basking in its sincerity 
walking on such feelings 
that love had found me again 
 
having been bitten by sheep 
should have taught me 
that all wolves love disguises 
and can infect with deceit, 
cold hearts feel nothing 
and swim in emptiness 
but loving hearts 
shall be battered eternally 
by monsters selling fool's gold

I deserve it