Beatrix
A smile, melts my soul
A cry breaks my heart
Fingers grasp at complete trust,
there is no disapointment.
To you I am constant ~
to me you are perfection.
A fierceness overcomes my being
when I imagine your face.
Longing for the life we will experience
yet lingering in the present we now posess.
Everything I wanted was given to me by you.
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