written by me

1988

In those eyes I am alive
because of his hands that touch for
his heart, I feel
from a voice that shared, spoke his thoughts,
I learned how to give.
A need yelled, frightening me, so I
became a shadow
through time I found that I love him,
now he’s my best friend and love.

1988



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