He awakened my heart

With the delicate stroke

Of his feathered pen

Words, written

Spilled from his hand

Spoke louder than the tolling

Of the steeple bell

And I listened, to the deafening silence

Felt the trembling of his breath

Watched, as he bled the ink

Into the parchment

The flow of his masterful hand

Caressing his words

Giving them life, his life

To mine, forever more

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