Sunday, November 1, 2009

For the Love of a Child

Small, frail, as yet untouched

by human hands; I see you.

You move, stretch and turn

Inside me, a secret connection

forms. I know you.

You arrive not so frail

and not so small.

Purple with rage,

you make your presence known.

There is not enough time

To grasp it all;

To hold time;

Not enough time

To make you understand.

You are my heart

Outside my body.

You'll never know

How much I love you;

No actions,

No time,

Nothing; can express

All my heart holds for you.

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