your little cut-out paper heart

that i found one unsuspecting day

on a crowded street


all ecstatically mine

took home to delve,

to memorize

to understand …

your tiny vulnerable soul

that i constructed

and nourished

and lived and dreamed with unceasingly …

who knew

we’d end up



i withstand your pain

and you mine

perhaps that’s why i found you

no mistake

it is why

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