He
With in the sparkles in my eyes is him,He whom moves me so,
Every time I look in his eyes I love him more.
Whence he is near fear doth not follow,
I am born again, a child who forgets it's broken heart.
An unexplained nostalgia;
Where once my hope had fled
Of which he has restored.
Weakened when he smiles at me,
The glow of which pushes through past barriers set,
Unknown sensations to me.
What is this intangible emotion he provokes, so surely;
The light in his heart that soothes my own?
That breeches the very essence of my soul,
So that I would be lost again without him,
His arms and heart, my truest home.
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