My Miracle

My miracle
Moves neither land nor sea.
My miracle
Affects none but him and me.

My miracle
Can not move the earth or sky.
But I would weep,
Should a day without my miracle pass me by.

My miracle
Is a young boy
Who's name sounds
So sweet on my lips.

My miracle
Is the young boy
Who's touch I crave
After every sweet kiss.

He's my personal miracle
And he saved me from myself.
He's my miracle
And I need no one else.