12.11.11


I wonder.
How can I miss one being this much
As if the world cannot contain such a love
For I weep to be within the arms of his words
The voice and the eyes of the moon I seek
I feel you in between the valleys of my fingers
My mind longs to fit under yours
You make me feel like I fit
As though you have created a home for me
A roof and a fire to keep me reserved
You are the beautiful house
My Love, you are

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