There are moments
When I see, mirrored,
In your eyes
A reflection of the recondite emotions
That flow through my veins
But then you brush away my hair from my brow,
And tuck it behind my ear,
Just to reaffirm
That the speck of moisture
In my eye
Was not born of desolation.
These are moments,
When you show me the meaning
Of immortality...
2 comments:
loved the title to this... such a tender write
Thank you. This one is very close to my heart.
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