The first time I saw him cry
I was terrified
Not of him, rather
Of what those tears meant
Could he have lost it
His patience, his love
Of this blissful nest
8/30/13
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PoetryI live with a mathematical, logical mind, but tend to be immersed in emotion. The imbalance can both prosper and hinder me. with love, b 1987-until then...
