I gape at your picture trying to look deep down into your eyes,
I can see the pain of a beautiful soul behind the adorable disguise.
The words that melt the pain cascade from that heart of yours,
the combining of our reticent minds seem amazingly insure.
Two broken hearts from flames of love's latter
but a mutual blessing to restore all shatter...
Terrified to love and hold, to cherish and dream
but you hold the "needle" to repatch the tattered seams.
I believe in your heart, I believe in your soul
as I hand you mine to forever hold.
Love has been my phobia of insecure terror
but I do want you to be my heart's sole bearer.
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