14 Nov 2009

In Your Hands

I think of you each morning,
And dream of you each night,
I think of your arms being around me,
And cannot express my delight,
Never have I fallen,
But I am quickly on my way,
You hold a heart in your hands,
That has never before been given away.

Poem by Shona Germino

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