The twinkle of your eyes when you huddle close
Still fighting with yourself
Whether a hug would be too much
A pat too less,
And the wicked witch like grin followed by that lost look
Are now etched in me forever.
See what you have done to the rest of my life
For now if I see an eye that twinkles
Or a laughter in confusion
A wicked grin
Or a beautiful pout,
I will remember you!
Grow deep, grow strong
I am a rider of storms
For now,
All my shelters are yours.
Jan 9th 2010
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