Sure marriages are made in heaven, but from where she came I still don’t know

and here she comes
my beautiful bride in white
walking down the aisle
making angels jealous
for I have taken
their precious prize.

Grace is her name
Grace is her essence.

She came to me when
I was lost in the complexities of life
and made me more complex than the complexities of life.

She came to me when
I was trying to understand myself
and made me love the darkness in my life.

I don’t know if I deserve her
but she says I am
and I believe her.

This poem I’ll leave incomplete
for some stories are without any end.

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