Saturday, May 19, 2007

Perfect Gift

Tiny blessing,
                        your perfect fingers
                        curled around my own
                        The way my heart stops
                        when I silently linger
                        to marvel at how you've grown
                        Your sighs consume me
                        like angels exhaling
                        the very essence of life
                        Your trusting eyes
                        like God's own hue
                        of the endless, cloudless sky
                        I put my head
                        upon your chest
                        to listen to your heart
                        And while I lose myself
                        completely in you
                        I don't feel so far apart
                        from him

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