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[shyriann]

I cannot forget the grace of your fingers
wrapped around mine.
The porcelain of your skin
The soft copper of your hair
The sky in your eyes.
It is still to you that I run
when the world makes me hate
when I'm screaming inside.

I cannot forget the taste of your lips
in those sweet moments when I could claim them as my own.
You will always be beautiful to me
pure and unspoiled
full of honest love
poured into my hands.

My heart breaks with sweet sorrow
when I think of you.
You took all of me and gave me only love in return.
You saw all of me and gave me yourself
smooth and soft and perfect
to have and to hold
for as long as I have memory.

It is to you that no other will ever compare
the standard of beauty that I hold
by my will or no.
You, who had experienced so little
yet taught me so much
showed me how to love myself
through your quiet example.

If only I could touch you
just once more
Just one more hour of your sweet quiet love
poured over me like sunlight
My consort, my King
my child, my love.
You are all that is best in me.

Would that touch now be tainted
with years of heartache?
Could you still look at me
and see the beauty within?
Could you still with a word quiet my demons?
Or is the memory of you
to be your beautiful immortality
forever grace
forever young
forever perfect
in my eyes

In my heart.