The Matchless Gift Poem by Igor Balatsky

Your heart is made
of pure crystal
that's so transparent
unflawed and pure.

But how alive it is!
And beautiful
and tender.

And like your neck
your shoulders
and arms –
it is so fragile
(as well as your dreams) .

And like you –
it's a simple perfection.
Because perfection
is always simple.

If you only knew
how anxious I am to remain
the permanent keeper
of that matchless gift
which you trusted me once
so confidently.