For me, you are a synonym
of the place where never is never,
thimbles are interchangeable with kisses
and this heart beats mine, for now.
I began as a thousand pieces,
a thousand laughs, I skipped
until I found you second light to the right
and followed straight on to morning.
You began as youth and joy
(but unhappy thoughts can bring anyone down)
until, like a sparrow, you drew near to me
to hear the story that will always belong to you.
For me, you are a synonym
for sand in a pocket of worn jeans.
You are my happy thought
and these words are for you, always-always.
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