This Fool of Yours

Fools rush in where Angels fear to tread.
But you marched straight into the land of the dead.
 
My rotting heart, my stale soul. Thanks to you,
Whole.
 
You taught me how to fly. How to soar.
You showed me that there truly is something more.
 
You took my everything and fixed what was broken.
So open up your heart and let this fool rush in.
This poem is about: 
Me
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