There were two snow globes in two glass houses,
Two ballet dancers in a studio,
Two butterflies that have gone back to the chrysalises,
And two wishes coming true,
    As her soul, gradually, peers through.
And I tell her,
It is a Universe outside as it is within.
I lead her eyes to a close
     With a kiss.*

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A boastful poet sees a baby
     In a high chair.*

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So there's a thin line
     between confidence and arrogance...*

          Humility.

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If love's really blind,
     I hope the cupid won't miss.*

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There...
     Somewhere...

Between the flesh
     And the shadow,*

          I am.

© 2015 J.S.P.