Happily Ever After

And then the story ended, and all of it was good,
And it didn’t matter what happened on page thirty
Or page fifty-seven
Or in that chapter where the sun didn’t shine
All that mattered was
That it ended just as it had began,
With Us together,
I in His arms,
And He in my heart,
Loving,
And beyond everything,
Whole worlds moved as the expression of Our Heartbeat,
And now We could see that on every page,
In every word,
And with every beat,
We were together,
And the End was the Beginning,
And the Beginning was the End,
And everything in between,
And in all those times,
We lived
Happily ever after,
Amen.

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