My heart,
It breaks; at what may be
It weeps; over the beauty of the moment
It savours; the gentleness you show
It delights; in knowing it is true
Dancing, Riding on the wings of Joy
Cherished, Secure in your embrace
Ever a child in your arms
Tender and Passionate, I linger
Indelibly stamped onto it
Carved out forever for you
A place wholly intended
Unsullied by expectations,
the past or the future
It revels
For you and you alone
August 4, 2008
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