Your heart is made
of pure crystal
that's so transparent
unflawed and clear.
But how alive it is!
And beautiful.
And tender.
Like your neck
and your shoulders
and arms –
it’s so fragile.
(As well as your dreams).
And like you –
it's a simple perfection.
Because perfect
is always simple.
If only you know
how anxious I am to remain
the permanent keeper
of that matchless gift
which you trusted me once
so confidently.
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“Dreamland”