Lost in the portrait that shows your bright eyes
I see your love for me even though
you have yet
to lay eyes on me.
I come to you, and touch your heart,
which is my heart too...
pumping the same blood I carry,
the source of my own blood,
the blood that ties us and binds us in our souls.
And on that day, I will touch you tenderly
and softly tell you I've missed you,
and that I love you,
and I will surrender to your touch upon me
because you made me
as we bonded in the womb,
so long ago now;
I will cherish every minute with you
from now until forever
as we return to the source, together.
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