He Became...
He became my muse
            My full moon over dark crystal waters.
He became my sense of being
            The whispers in my secret thoughts
            The piece of my soul that finally came alive.
He became my lost spirit
            That found its way home
            That found peace finally
            I know it’s strange but—He became a part of me
            Of my heart, of my love, of my life
He became my breath
            The tickle that runs down my spine
            Only to make me smile, laugh.
He became something true
            For my eyes to see, my fingers to touch
            My insides to feel.
I know its strange but—
He became a part of me
            My everything
            Even for such a short
            Sweet moment in time
            He became my wonderful.

Comments:
 
WAN   WAN wrote
on 6/6/2009 2:53:03 AM
gosh, this is so sweeettttttttttt. I love this one!

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