Turned it into fine art,
when he extracted my heart.
He's the pie to my chart,
that I'll never break apart.
We have a head start on all these beings.
I was dreaming...
now believing, From the beginning
our existence has a meaning.
He stopped my heart from freezing
& keeps my feet from fleeting.
Beating... beating... beating
My heart knocks within yours.
Fueling the fire to our divine core.
Aligned perfectly
Like every ocean to its shore
You've appeared at my door
Brought victory to this war
when each breath was a chore.
I wanted nothing more to be a rotting corpse
But now the gore has became a bore
You are my thor, that I've subconsciously prayed for.
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