Thursday, July 9, 2009

The shrine

The shrine

Every time I laugh,
Fully and freely,
It is for you .
Every time I weep,
Weeping out my heart,
It is because of you .
All of my highs
And all my lows,
They all , somehow
Seem to involve you .

So now,
Everything I do,
Say, think , live,
Write and feel,
It is but another offering
On the altar that I built
In my minds shrine,
In your name
And with you in mind.

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