What once was still,
as hard as stone.
Now is fluid,
in this shell of bone.
What thunderous noise,
such dizzying sound.
Replaces the silence,
within which I was bound.
This feeling of freedom,
this lack of restraint.
This purity of emotion,
which nothing can taint.
For all of this,
to whom do I owe?
Who is the one,
that to me did bestow.
There can only be one answer,
one reply which rings true.
The giver of these gifts,
My Angel is you.
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