Untitled I
A heartbeat.A pulse.
Breath of life to behold.
The music of my heart swells.
And your eyes close,
fading to dark.
Sleep took you under it's feathered wing.
And kept you safe from the outside world.
Had I'd known you would be mine,
I would have settled down a lot sooner.
By: Brandi Deacon
2010
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