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Love, which used to come and go, in sullied moments, fleeting frenzies, yet in disillusioned character, it began to stay. Imagine it as an abundant backyard garden; she tends to me and I reflect upon her sunshine, growing more luminescent by the day, and she wears a smile that is in its own magical orbit, and we both live, though within the convoluted web of the seraphim, we both love. Far more capriciously than I ever thought, the unpredictable became a bed of clouds under a glittering, azure sky. It is only emblematic of the first day of my new life. This love, I think, is rare, flexible suspension within a pocket of chaotic infinity. And if I were to make this life with her, I would love it, no matter its location in the vast dark waves of time. To know we co-exist, and just a few blinks away she is moving, thinking, smiling, laughing-- I have never wondered more if angels brought the firmament to life in form of her. Understanding, just a little more each day, that I have been given a privilege to understand her, love with which I have been blessed. So, the zodiac's animals will run in a perfect circle, the Sun will watch the Earth in its imperfect orbit, and no matter if the day feels long, I know I will always love her.