I hold her heart in my hands,
These words painted on paper.
Insights to various lands –
The secret stories that shape her.
Each sincere, stronger than the last;
Tales of love, trapped in the past –
And those tear-stricken pages
Provide more wisdom than sages.
It is in these seconds
I know more than before,
It is in these seconds
I have opened the door.
In this soft silence I remain convinced,
I am in a place that many have missed.
Perusing through pages – her soul tangible;
Her heart complex, and her mind able.
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