Him 

His words serenades with my insecurities,

Blanketing all the things I fear,

And his voice finds me in that place

Where I need to know

That certain aspects of beauty

can still be understood,

Rendering the stars

to twinkle behind my eyes,

As my safe haven can be approached,

Making my heart dote on the words

He left behind to soar,

In the garden of our similarities,

I find him whole.

© Soshinie Singh

Author of the Phoenix Letters and the Mist Calling

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