My heart pumps out Love.
I cannot stop giving into it.
Motherhood is my Veil.

My heart pumps out Love.
It lands like pollen.
Sticks to everything.

I thought, that was as it should be,
that my love would leave it's mark.
Not easy to brush away.

But it's not that way.
My love, though beautiful,
need not latch on to be potent.

My heart pumps out Love.
Better as a gentle breeze.
To rise up as a cooling wave. 

Invisible and unconditional.*


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You can look into her eyes and see the sky
You can look into her eyes and see yourself
Look beyond her eyes and you can see her soul
Look beyond her eyes and see her heart
Look through her eyes and see her pain
Look through her eyes and see her Joy
You can watch her story just by looking into her eyes

I have found the trail that will lead me back to you,
The further I walk, the more hopeful I become.
The heartache I feel to find an end
To realize that it will never fully lead to the gates of your new home.
That I will have to continue,
Searching for that way to be with you.
Once again I'm left to miss you.
I thought I had found the path
To the other side.