If I would expect it,

it would not be unexpected,

it would not be a gift,

and it would not require faith.

Unseen,

is what only the heart can see,

when it feels,

beyond the borders of reality.

Nervous is the unexpected,

trembling in her hands,

but in the arms of love,

it finds peace,

in this new,

and unexpected reality.

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