...My Angels,

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You,
You're the two, who accept my silence over conversation.
A relationship like this denies silly promises and persuasion.
I don't feel the need to second guess thoughts or measure words.
Your love comes in wholes, not halves, not thirds.
You're the ones that guide me through when fate takes a turn.
Fights, small and large, end in forgiveness, never a burn.
I forget about first impressions and the feelings you brought.
You're grateful for who I am and you forgive too for what i am not.