III:
Sometimes your words feel like beautiful swords,
Slicing me open,
Revealing a ruby heart.
It is yours
If you want it.
IV:
I dreamt of you last night.
You were a superhero
In a post-apocalyptic world.
You saved my life.
You looked so dashing
With your brown curls
Moving in the wind.
Your blue eyes
Scanning the streets for danger.
Your muscles flexing
When you turned around,
Your gaze focused only on me.
I admired and loved you so much.
I know it was a dream.
Because you were the hero
And not the villain.
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