Pain releases like shine from the sun, with a moon so pleased and willing to come;
A gathering of this happiness so found, with a love in the soul so pleasingly proud.
I'm going to grow beyond my words, beyond this heart that so adores, to find a love that can quench my beats, quench our eyes, as they meet.
For I will be honest in my heart and give you my effort, like how your heart felt, when you opened this poem and read it.
Yet, all I expect, is your hand to hold, your soul so bold, to release this pain and never grow old.
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