Something so fragile and delicate
Given by two people's mind, body, and spirit
A gift with no equal, a true honor with no fear
How I abuse it daily through self-torture
Only if they knew how I adore her
How I carry her day in and day out
In my veins travelling about
Circling through every pour
Running on something so pure
So fine that I can't find the word
The phrase or even the picture
I call it mine, meaning more than the world
The same as hers, mine beats
With her everyday
My Life
