Wednesday, February 16, 2011

A Sweet Dream


If I could I would hold you,
Keep you warm, until your stuborn tears came streaming out in rivers,
Until the heavy oceans of grief came pouring out.
If I could I would kiss away the tears,
I would cradle you in my arms, and trace your scars,
Until you could see what I see,
When I look at you.
I love you.

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