dearest heart
nearest to mine,
i marvel that i,
little me,
should be thine.
i hope that you know
that i long to be near,
that my life would
be better
if you could be here.
but you urge me to live.
you want me to rise.
you let me be brilliant,
adventurous,
wise.
you fill me with hope.
you're the end of my gaze.
you're the calm motes
of sunbeams
that lighten my days.
so though you are far, now,
we hardly must part.
for you are
my dearest,
my nearest of heart.
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