NO mater who it is in the picture, I see you, there with me, As she holds him, her arms wrapped around him like a vine up a tree, and though she holds to him, with out knowing she holds him up, and always keeps him whole. We will have a moment, we will have our time, when time is all we have. And we will out last it all, for as torn and broken, with you, it is whole, with you who heals all my wounds, and never a scare is left, and my heart as pure as birth, you make it so. As pure as our dreams and hopes, as pure as the words I say to you so many times, those precious words we say, and may all no it is no secret, that I love you.
