Yet you, my sentry of sorts,
Stand watch at the door
Keeping them from trespassing
Into this heart your affection has burrowed
Deep beneath the hard-shelled surface
Cracking the safe that used to hold
Every fear and misgiving
Pressing upon the glass
The view, this breathtaking view,
From where I stand
Brightening life into a lustrous shine
Without affectation of any kind
Patience and tenderness
Gently and presently subdue
The hurt, which threatens
That simplicity of kindness beckons
To adore your infinite multiplicity
With all that I have to give
Albeit a seemingly untimely gift
The fondness wells up from below
Layers of being that flourish
Between your fingers, which play
The strings of this burgeoning heart
Reach out into the starry night
Past the endless winter
Welcoming a beaming spring
That will keep until we
Both are at the golden threshold
Ready for what has been in store
From the perfectly imperfect beginning
Watching for the sun from a sure shore
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