She loves her.

She loved her
with little rays of sunshine
and
Pitter patter tears.

Her love was like dew drops
on grass blades
on a misty morning.
Like a butterfly loitering around a little girl.
Like money on a starved beggars hand.

It was a humane love
built with
illogical trust and belief.
It was made of burnt bricks
of built up grief and an exhaustion
which comes from an eternal search
for a handful of love.

Her love was the size of her soul.
It was next to everything she would own even after death.

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Sunshine

Into these hands
has been placed a heart
bruised but not broken
weary but not forsaken.

Into these scarred hands
has been placed a love
unlooked for
and beautiful.

Into these hands
a light has been delivered
potent but untested
grieved but unbowed.

Into these weathered hands
a future has been delivered
unborn
and fragile.

And with these hands
I will sooth that heart.

And with these hands
we shall embody that love.

And with these hands
you shall carry that light into the night.

And with these hands
we shall create that future
waiting to be born.

A Future of Love
of the Heart
of the Light.