my heart peeks from outside
your window, asking for you
to hold it a time and another,
to keep it and enfold it
in the rough edges of your
thoughts, enclose it in the
imperfect shape of your
soul and find the will to
believe that our love
gives both my heart and
your soul its sanctified,
impeccable form, no matter
the times we stumble,
we will exist with and in each other.
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