Black lines on white paper
Your fingers knowingly paint
Soft shapes that grow to
Become under your eyes a
Face that looks just like mine
With eyes that won’t look
Away from you boundlessly
Filled with neverending love
As you rebuild me with your
Hands to keep me with you in
Every night we do not share
March 31,2007 mk
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really like this one a lot Martine... excellent poem!