You are my light and eyes.
I see myself young and new
with eyes of a lover
polished shiny,
filling the cracks
mending the rips
healing my aches.
I stand under a new sun,
washed in fresh light.
Reforged under your gentle hammers.
Tempered like new steel,
hot from the furnace
alive in a shower
of sparks and white fire
refitted and ready to go.
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