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A feeling so strong,

A need so great,

A burning passion,

A desire for touch.

It all came out of the rubble,

my rubble, my pile of hell.



It all began on that one night,

Hair in my face

Tears in my eyes,

I looked up, found my future.

A tall, blonde, passionate man,

my knight in shining armor.



Seemingly putting his life on hold,

all to help me, a pile of hell.

Not seeing me broken,

but what could be fixed.

Just that alone, the offer,

was enough to begin it all.



Still strangers we are,

but together we are still.

Not two souls, but one.

I am his, he is mine.

How great-ful I am,

for the rest of my being, eternity.



For he pulled me out of the rubble,

my rubble, my pile of hell.