Love, let me grow on you.
Feel into me, and exchange
That closeness I yearn for.
That hallowed embrace, which first I observed,
Inside of my parents eyes,
And which for many years before I
Was a glimmer.
Let me be something to you.
Enough, at least, that life
For you, might be as much
And holy as it is to just be near;
So promised in your gentle, lilting smiles
Amid those fleeting moments I call mine.