When I first met you

The depths of being human

You were words on a screen, from a place far, far away.
I didn’t really know what you looked like.
And I didn’t really care.
You were a fearless sixteen year old, astride her horse.
And a grandmother with purple hair.
A giver of gifts, magical and rare.
With a deep understanding of psychic pain
From the kind of loss no one could quite explain
You fill empty wells with love
And set souls free
Explainer of things dark and mysterious
From years of experience
I thought I understood the essence of love
But when you arrived in my life
it was like learning a new language
Instead of seeking the answer from another
You showed me that what I was looking for
could only be found by closing my eyes.

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