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She speaks to my heart, and it replys. I know not what my heart says, but i can feel it and know i can never say enough. She knows the langugage of love, and i know not a bit. But my heart translates, and after, i am left breatheless. I inhale more deeply, and fight sleep till im unsure of if im awake or dreaming, because i never felt alive untill know or knew i breathed so weakly.The king was overthrown, a man of himself, that kept his heart frozen and locked away. she took my cold hands and warmed them to the bone. She reached deep inside herself and gave me a piece to hold . She showed me emotion and i was found emotional. Usually my heart is one direction ,and i in another, but what we have, i feel in heart and soul. you are the piece that made me whole.

I inhale more deeply, this precious air im breathing, and fight sleep untill i cant help dreaming.

For the first time i notice the colors im seeing.