A Woman's Plight, Where Demons Tread

My Love,

For you, my chest swells, letting me know that my quivering and apparently now-shy-after-all-of-my-declared-and-demonstrated-bravery heart has permission to grow the love that it holds for you beyond time, distance, and any material realities if you would but grant it your blessings’ permissions for me to have, to hold, and to grow with you.

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