this child
wrapped inside the leaf
this woman
this boy
this thing
that has grown here in the shade
between us
is alive and growing
towards the sun
this connection of our souls is raw and untempered
this feeling that sits
in our laps
is of infinite possibility
these words that are so softly spoken
are of love
and that that lies unbroken
the melodies here
are perfected in light
as is the tone of your skin
and the colour of your eyes
and the way you hold me
in your sight
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