What is this? It was strangely creeping up in her heart.
Nothing that she could put a finger on, but it was noticed from the very start.
The moment she saw the times of hand doesn’t stand still but flows flawlessly.
That was the key, when she believes, that she found peace.
The love she gave, the care she showed …glowed. from her heart to her actions.
It was only a fraction of what was received; but she believed, that at this moment if she called it love, she was the only one deceived.
Glancing at the reflection in the mirror, in her eye’s beauty was called Angelic, but peace was its name.
Choosing her was a first but it was now her duty to state claim over something she wanted to remain.
*So daily she guards her heart but gives it tirelessly, to those who may need it and all to see
*The key is within her soul.
Pure and Meek Heart 
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