I admit it was how much
He didn't know about himself yet
That his uncertainties outnumbered
What he was still working on
His early smile and nervous strength
I doubted he had just one angel
It must have taken a hierarchy
To corral his wandering soul
And tame it into this body
I admit it was his wounds
That caught me matching my own
And convinced me it is love
That's buried in bodily matter
The mystery hidden in plain sight
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