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The Last Love

Photo by AR Walther

I found her

she came out of nowhere

some angel called beautiful

holds me under the sun

calms me through the storms

loves me through everything

no matter my faults, my scars

she’s my last love

the only one ever meant to be

beautiful beyond beautiful

and I hold her in my heart

every single day

if she knows it or not

even when we struggle

even when we fight

even when we hurt

I know when the clock comes around again

she’ll be there on the other side of the sun

still loving me

as in our very first kiss,

so we walk this world troubled

side by side

hands clutched in 2 a.m. dreams

and she is my last love, my forever love, the love I was born to see.