I was not looking

Nor considered perchance that greatest gift could arrive unbidden.

Borne by your brilliant, sparkling brown eyes. Emanating from breathless, unspoken truths neither of us was brave enough to speak aloud.

You materialized ethereal, an angel with maligned mending wings.

You opened my eyes, awakened consciousness, spurred me to be worthy, ready to receive the bounty of your offerings.

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