I ask with wide eyes
and open hands because
I was never taught that there wasn't enough love
to go around.
Your face smiles,
your hands say yes
that there is a heart beating fountains
of golden light, and this love
can always be found.
I can't believe the tears
when I've felt the stars
and opened a page, a day anew
and seen you there, only you.
Only you.
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