A Woman Made Whole

She gazed to the skies,
For a story foretold,
Of two lovers aligned,
Both with hearts of old.

For her time had come,
A fairytale was born,
And no longer in life,
Did she have to mourn.

“I will give you the moon,
You need to just ask.”
Then he gave her the stars,
With the sun in his grasp.

“I will hold you forever,
With my love that is true,
With every beat of my heart,
This I promise to you.”

So she held his hand,
As he held her soul,
A story of eternity,
Of a woman made whole.